“It is a happy talent to know how to play.”

Though it is still chilly, I think spring has started to take hold. When I went to get the papers, I stayed outside a while to listen to the birds. Their songs filled the air from everywhere.

Gracie has been outside most of the morning. She lies in the sun on the deck until her fur is hot to the touch, and she has started panting from the heat. She comes inside, waits for a small treat then goes into her crate for a bit of a nap. She and I are going to the dump later.

Yesterday was a busy day for me mostly picking up Coke cans. I was in the cellar looking for a wooden box when I knocked the bags of cans over. The open bag fell and cans went everywhere. I picked them up and put them back into the bag only to have them fall one more time. I didn’t complain because in picking up the cans I found an old wooden box once used for storing cranberries. It was exactly what I was looking for. It is now in the kitchen and already filled.

My daytimes are people-less and quiet. Dogs, including Gracie, bark and they and the birds make the only sounds. I do hear cars going down the other street but not so many during working hours. Winter is the quietest season but this, now, the in-between season, is almost as quiet, but all that will change too enough. In summer the noise will seem endless, but now it is only in the afternoons when the kids get home from school. On good days like today, they play in the street, and they are not quiet. They don’t speak in normal tones. Everything has to be yelled from one kid to another. I don’t know if yesterday was bike or scooter day. I just know it was loud.

When I was growing up, my neighborhood was filled with kids. The younger ones stayed around the backyards under the watchful eyes of mothers looking out kitchen windows. We older kids roamed sometimes on our bikes and sometimes on foot. We made forts in the woods and sustained ourselves with blueberries picked from the bushes on the sunny side of the path in those woods.

The path was brown grass in-between two parts of the woods. At one end of the path was the water tower. The other end was the field below my house. That’s where we used to catch grasshoppers and fireflies and where we’d play tag or red rover. I can still see in my mind’s eye the grasshoppers jumping up in front of us as we ran through the field. I remember the sounds they made.

I think I grew up in the best of all places at the best of all times.

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6 Comments on ““It is a happy talent to know how to play.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Friggin freezing in these parts, and raining and really a day that I would be at my best, laying on the sofa, watching a movie, listening to music, reading a book and playing words with friends on the ipad. Oh and I might close my eyes for a couple of minutes.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      Low 50’s here. It was sunny, but the clouds have taken over. I won’t make you too jealous, but I did lie on the couch, read a bit and took a short nap before Gracie and I went to the dump. I guess it will be getting colder and rain is expected for the weekend.

  2. olof1 Says:

    Even though the weather hasn’t been especially nice today it still felt different in the air. It might have been the wind slighly warmer that made the difference. The predictions have varied so much that I have no idea if teh warm weather they predicted most of the week will arrive or if it is cooler and rainy weather that will come instead 🙂

    It is always quiet here, too quiet to be honest even if I love it. Only a few children living in the village and they don’t seem to play with each other. It isn’t even noisy when someone is having a party here 🙂

    Thinking back the first thing thatbhit my mind thinking of warm summers was the ocean. Fishing crab from different bridges or playing in the salt water. The second thing that turned up was the forest around our sumnmer cottage and chasing butterflies. I was never good at it though 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      I still think today was a nice day, even in the 50’s. Winter does feel different, and the air, as you said, feels like spring. We ned the rain so I won’t complain.

      There are seven boys ages 10 and under so they bring a lot of noise. After being in school all day, they have plenty of energy.

      The ocean is a wonderful place to be near. I love everything including the wonderful salt smell in the morning. I had seafood the other night, and I could eat it again tonight. I do love it.

      Enjoy your evening!

  3. splendidone Says:

    Love this. You always make me so happy to be alive.


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