Further Thougths About...
living in Yahooville:
It's front step sitting season again, which is also proof that I'm closing in on another year older (and deeper in debt):
Now that the snow and rain are gone, I've taken to sitting outside early in the morning as well as other times throughout the day. Mornings are lovely. There are birds. And birds. And more birds. The neighbour next door has a clump of really large fir trees at the edge of his property. In the morning, they are full of birds making a joyful racket. There are plenty of swallows or maybe they are sparrows. Some can be seen walking up the trunk of trees and poles on the front of my property. They just walk right up. It's gravity defying cuteness. I've seen a robin. There's even a mourning dove crying it's plaintive, mournful sound in the morning that occasionally sits in full sight on a wire or one of the trees while it mourns. These little creatures certainly are awe-inspiring and listening to them is a pleasant way to start the day.
I've talked about the school yard that is kitty-corner to my property. The school serves children up to grade six and they come rushing out of the school at recess to play on the playground apparatus which is in full view of my front steps. Even in the evening and weekends, there are normally a few kids playing around.
The other day, a group of teenage boys arrived to play on the schoolyard apparatus. They were probably junior high school age not quite ready to grow up. Of course, being boys, one of them tried to jump over the chain-link fence that surrounds the school yard. His companions took the easy route, which was right beside where he was attempting to scale the fence.
Anyway, he couldn't do it and eventually gave up and took the normal route to get into the school yard. He had a really deep voice. I sort of snickered to myself that it was a good thing he couldn't jump over or he might have been spending the rest of his days singing with the castrati.
It's front step sitting season again, which is also proof that I'm closing in on another year older (and deeper in debt):
Now that the snow and rain are gone, I've taken to sitting outside early in the morning as well as other times throughout the day. Mornings are lovely. There are birds. And birds. And more birds. The neighbour next door has a clump of really large fir trees at the edge of his property. In the morning, they are full of birds making a joyful racket. There are plenty of swallows or maybe they are sparrows. Some can be seen walking up the trunk of trees and poles on the front of my property. They just walk right up. It's gravity defying cuteness. I've seen a robin. There's even a mourning dove crying it's plaintive, mournful sound in the morning that occasionally sits in full sight on a wire or one of the trees while it mourns. These little creatures certainly are awe-inspiring and listening to them is a pleasant way to start the day.
I've talked about the school yard that is kitty-corner to my property. The school serves children up to grade six and they come rushing out of the school at recess to play on the playground apparatus which is in full view of my front steps. Even in the evening and weekends, there are normally a few kids playing around.
The other day, a group of teenage boys arrived to play on the schoolyard apparatus. They were probably junior high school age not quite ready to grow up. Of course, being boys, one of them tried to jump over the chain-link fence that surrounds the school yard. His companions took the easy route, which was right beside where he was attempting to scale the fence.
Anyway, he couldn't do it and eventually gave up and took the normal route to get into the school yard. He had a really deep voice. I sort of snickered to myself that it was a good thing he couldn't jump over or he might have been spending the rest of his days singing with the castrati.
posted by Louise at 8:21 am
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