There is nothing more welcome than a pleasant day in August. No, we did not go out and about the town or to one of the fine parks here. Walmart did not happen either.
We found work to do in our backyard and harvested tomatoes, green beans and peppers.
The hard to find squash seeds that I purchase from a grower in Louisiana geminated. The vines are sprawled in every directions and climbing the fence. The school kids can watch the little squash like I raised back home grow and gain size.
I’ll keep my fingers cross my babies survive until harvest. This pie lover/baker will have my share topped with whipped cream.
There is so much to entertain us, to see and hear within the limits of this yard.
School is back in session, the busses are rolling and students wearing masks walk or drive by our back and front yard on Grant Street.
The construction workers have moved all of their equipment out and the ladders are removed from the roofs of the huge building. A much larger flock of pigeons moved in to roost in peace.
Now back in our yard we have been watching a friendly chipmunk perch on the deck furniture and watch us as we move about. He plays hide and seek with Tootie.
Today yard work was completed and the mower was cleaned and returned to utility building. The trash truck was moving our direction. I looked down and noticed a trash bag filled with greenhouse containers that need to go in the pick-up Much to my surprise, two little creatures were standing there looking at me.
My first thought was young rats. Then I stepped back and said hello to tiny opossums. They had entered through a gap on the bottom of the door, no doubt. The meeting was brief!
I am sure they will move on when mom picks them up. I shut the door, leaving a smile behind.
Shortly before dark we went outside to admire the yard and perhaps catch a glimpse of mom loading -up her passengers. She was not in view.
Instead , we listened to the Cicadas sang their summer song! We both knew this might be the last summer we would hear the cadence of their funny little beat.
Then as we reflected back down the path taken on our life’s journey and looked beyond the sunset; we both agreed, maybe we will someday …
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