A woman selling household innovations showed up at my door when my kids were little. I noticed that her pamphlets included sports equipment and office supplies, and asked how she happened to have her kid materials in hand at the door. She laughed. “Oh, they teach us to look for BCOs in the yard.” BCOs = “Brightly colored objects.”
Sure enough, the telltale primary colors of plastic play were strewn around our driveway and yard.
I thought of that this morning as I began my 6am proofreading session at the dining room table, next to one of Fiona’s entertainment stations – vibrant with BCOs.
They are uplifting colors and make me smile. Why do grown-ups become so drab?
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 314: 117 words, TOTAL = 51,234; 8,766 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.