Marching into Spring
A storm may be moving through this area sometime after the sparrows settle down to roost tonight. The forecaster states it could be severe. Already last week the March wind claimed a shingle from this roof and caused larger problems elsewhere in and around town. The tennis court at Brownsburg High School is within spitting distance of my backyard. I can see the Bulldogs lost a long stretch of the new purple netting. It lost its grasp on the chain-link fence that separates the courts.
I have no doubt their partner, Hendricks County Regional Sports Medicine will help lift and separate the fallen threads, without strings attached. By the time the students return from Spring break, everything will be in good shape. The hyacinths withstood the last weather event and the daffodils are doing great. When we lived in Brazil. Paul and I were surrounded by trees, many native hardwoods. Our property on Alabama Street had a mighty oak standing alongside our house. I have attractive shrubs and beautiful flowers, but nary a tree in this yard. The ash tree died. My neighbor ‘Lynda with a Y’, as she likes to be referred to, has a Japanese maple that is about ready to burst into colorful blooms. A pair of Canadian geese have returned to her yard to nest and feast on the food that she provides them. This I have observed two breeding seasons. A mallard pair eat the food and then choose the area around the retaining ditch to spend their time. Volunteers help fill Linda’s feeders, but the fox squirrel that hangs out at her place helps himself to the seeds he needs. The hawk is watching the spring songbirds and is enjoying his easy meals. A wild rabbit that lives under the utility shed and nests in the yard is feasting on the tender grasses. The crows are throwing fits and I am loving most all of what I see through my windows. Some folks become depressed at the stage we are in life, especially when life seems to stand still for them. Nothing nor no one makes them happy. They can not find anything to be grateful for and they fret over things they can’t fix or should not concern them. Others like us, refuse to think old. We greet each other with a smile every morning and embrace each day as if it is our last one. We sing, cook, laugh and have great worthwhile conversation at home and wherever we go, etc. We are busy all day and enjoy our family and friends and the simple pleasures of life. I write often and he keeps fresh paint on the palette. He finished a landscape today and has another in progress. Paul has several health issues and this foot is a problem, but it has not hindered our zest for life. I believe this is the right road to travel. God is good and we are grateful for his many gifts including the readership of this column! It goes unsaid how Tootie Mae, our little dachshund, has touched our hearts!
I can be reached by phone at 317-286-7352 or drop me a line to 649 South Grant Street Brownsburg, IN, 46112.