When you are retired, the weekends hold a different meaning. For the most part, they are a time to stay away from stores or any activities that you can do during the week. All those working folks clog the venues!
Weekends in the spring are special. It brings out all the neighbors that you haven’t seen in the last five months. All sorts of lawn equipment come out too complete with noise.
There are walkers. Lots of walkers. We get walkers all year but not like in the spring.
This morning I saw the golden retriever that was a puppy not that long ago. He’s all grown up. I wonder if he still chews on the neighbor’s kitchen wall.
The owners of the two very barky wheaten terriers have moved three blocks and will be living just in back of our home.
I know neighbors by their dogs. What can you expect from an animal lover?
Next door they are expecting a new dog next month. How exciting!
There is the sound of chain saws cutting down the trees and shrubs that didn’t it make it through our particularly harsh winter.
We are in an area that is on the cusp of two horticultural zones. Sometimes we push the envelope and plant things that are just borderline hardy here. Usually it’s ok. Not so, this past winter.
Today is really the first WONDERFUL Saturday we’ve had. It was 60 degrees before 10 a.m. The fish in the pond are active and close to the surface. The sun is shining and the trees have buds that are ready to pop.
There is a sense of renewal that I love. It’s something I would miss living somewhere without seasons. There is a gratefulness about being alive and of course all the critters are mating which is romantic in its noisy way.
I am looking forward to my frogs singing their mating calls. Hopefully we’ll have tadpoles this year.
I am just an old-fashioned romantic!
Photo credit: I found this wonderful photo on the vast internet. I believe that Jazmin de Perez was the photographer although I am not certain.