I live in a crescent, a half circle. On my street there are houses, filled with families. Friendly families with lots of kids and lots of wheeled toys!
Many an impromptu meeting takes place out on the tar. Coffee, wine, and beer are often ordered and served hot or very cold. And wheels and balls make any good conversation go round.
I often wonder how I ended up in a neighbourhood of friends. Where real community is taken for granted. Where our children play out there; on the road and in other people’s gardens. Where life almost seems as good and free as it was when I was a child.
We are so blessed!
1 comment:
You are lucky indeed. It doesn't happen often.
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