Home sweet home

As the fog rolled in yesterday afternoon, one of my neighbours pulled on long pants and snuggled into a jersey. An incredibly unusual event! With darkness looming, braais were circled on the street in front on my house. Flames engulfed the coals, beers opened, wine poured, and neighbours relaxed.
 

It was supposed to be as balmy as the previous two evenings but instead cold and eerie thick fog blanketing the evening. One should not complain about the middle of winter! Packs of children cycled, skated, shrieked, and terrified boys ran howling from kiss intense girls. Another night to remember!

This morning, nothing but a lone marshmallow on my lawn remained. Except of course for the unusual neighbourhood community spirit and friendship which continue to grow!

18 people over to play

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!