Tuesday, July 25, 2023

Changing Views #SOL

Our street was alive this morning with an enormous crane, a wood chipper, chainsaws, and a zippy Bobcat.  After 25 years, approximately 10 pine trees were removed from our neighbors' properties, seven of them were on edge of our land.  

Many people from the neighborhood were out watching five men skillfully removing trees along fences, next to houses, and against power lines.

At one point while inside the house, I could hear the chainsaw just outside the window.  I went outside to see the tree that was on our side being lifted above the fence. 



 

And then, it was floating high above our neighbor's house.  



Minutes later, it was being fed through a wood chipper.  

And now, our voices echo in the driveway, and the neighbor is getting burned by the sun through her window.  

The view from and of our older and developed street is now forever changed.  I'm not quite sure how I feel about this.  




Tuesday, July 18, 2023

Keys Are Needed to Unlock Too Many Things #SOL

Just as I sat down to host my writing group, I received a call from my parents.  I assumed they were calling to tell me they got home safely, as they flew out of Connecticut earlier today to return to their home in Florida.   It was a short but wonderful visit with our small family.  

However,  the tone of my mother's voice imparted that they were definitely NOT where they wanted to be.  

She asked, "Heather, did your dad happen to leave our car keys at your house?"  

My shoulders sagged as I responded, "Oh no, you can't find your keys?"

Even if we had them, we certainly could not solve their problem today.  The keys are still missing, and I hope a friend can find the spare set at their home.  

As I wait I wrote a nonet.

Keys

unlock 

doors, boxes, 

and other things

of value we aim

to keep safe from others,

but what is to be done when

we can't unlock the mind to find

the skeleton needed to go home?


Last minute update just as I was about to hit publish:  The keys were found! Um, they were found inside a suitcase they said they checked three times.  But hey, this gave me something to write about.



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