Every September the pampas grass plumes were way up over the children’s heads as they set out for school on their bikes.
One year when grandmother and granddad visited from California it was hot, but grandmother had crocheted a white poncho for Renie. Renie was wearing it and sweating when she got on her bike to leave for school.
One year when Billy came home he was banged up. He said he had been looking behind him instead of where he was going as his bike flew down the hill and he smashed into the back of a car.
One year the pampas grass was gone and so were the children. Bikes, too.