“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


the nearing end of the day

i see these chairs everyday.  his and hers, not matching, not expensive, just a place to rest at the end of the day, before the mosquitoes come.  they move around the yard, following shade or sun.  they say time taken. time taken to speak to each other.  time taken to sit under the sky.  time taken to just breathe.

neighbors stop by.  dogs.  cats skirt the edges of the yard.  conversations are held.  how are yous.  you're not gonna believe thises.  glasses of wine sit in the grass.  strollers go by, parents waving.  joggers, walkers.  kids with basketballs.  skateboards.  more neighbors, more dogs.  laughter.

just a couple of chairs.
a loveseat.
time for each other and the lives they lead.  

a scene from the nearing end of day.
my neighborhood.



  1. this sounds so lovely, it almost makes me wish i lived in a neighborhood.

    i loved the image even before i read the words, but now i love it more.

    1. it's an old neighborhood, in the historic district. the trees are big, the yards are mostly large. the houses don't look alike. there is a feeling of time. as we say, it feels enchanted. xoxo

  2. It always makes me smile to know that you see things like this and know that they are worthy of words - albeit a few - to showcase something that perhaps the rest of us might not see.

  3. I love the images you paint here with your words.

  4. a love story
    in chairs:)

  5. I am still in love with your neighborhood.


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