Lemonade. “Here’s your tip, then.”

Lemonade. “Here’s your tip, then.”

Hot.

Like a lot of the nation, we have been experiencing hot.

Yesterday, our high was 107 at 5:25 p.m. I made our son mow the lawn. (He had been putting it off for days.) He kind of hated me for a while.

Our other two decided to go into business.

Within 30 seconds of setting up shop, they had their first customer.

Every time I looked out some one was stopping.

My daughter, the shrewd business woman that she is, was struck by everyone’s generosity.

Seems everyone gave them more than the stated price per cup.

One fellow even paid for the next four customers.

Which prompted the next four folks to pay for the next four folks if they couldn’t pay for theirs.

Then there was the young fellow who after he learned his drink was free — looked puzzle for a second then handed her a dollar bill and said, “This is your tip then.”

She loved that.

They hooked up a bunch of extension cords and brought out a fan.

One of the joys of owning an old home; you accumulate tons of extension cords.

Then there was the joy of counting the money.

“I love Madison.”

That was my daughter’s remark after a few hours selling lemonade.

“See, how good it makes you feel when someone is generous. Remember that when you are in a position to be generous one day.”

I think she was too busy counting their money at that point to hear me.

But like the heat, I don’t think the kindness of others couldn’t have  gone unnoticed.

Do you remember selling lemonade?