the view

lest you think i've forgotten this little 'hood in the blogosphere, i wanted to reassure you that i am not gone forever.  have you read the artist's way by julia cameron (kstclair....)?  it is helping me pry the creativity from the abysmal tar pit that has become my mind.  i am so enjoying sitting on my front porch every morning, drinking coffee and pouring my heart out in my journal.  i'm writing, just not blogging.  which is a problem (right papa p?).  

every morning i sit on my grandma's glider and watch the trains roll down the tracks, listen to the concrete plant power up and the mail truck roll in for it's morning delivery.  i don my binoculars for a quick glance at the king birds and the odd colored hummingbird at the feeder.  i give the plants a morning swig of water, and chit chat with my lovely neighbor.  i cheer (really i do) for the runners who add our valley view to their workout plan.  

and i watch my boys circling the perimeter.  i watch them try to expand the radius with every ounce of fight they have in them.  they would ride their bikes all the live long day if i would let them.  and i would let them if they only adhered to traffic safety rules.  but God love them.  they come home often complaining about so and so who almost ran them over.  they do love to tell the truth.  that darn such and such was riding on the right side of the road. (i know, can you believe it)  and she did not stop at the alley.  the question in my mind being, "sweet pea, did you stop at the end of the alley?"  the answer being no.  that poor woman will never be the same after driving down our quiet country streets.  and i will have to tighten up the leash on my little adventure boys.  but i so want to let them loose on this town...

heaven help us all.