Like so many near stars, the caragana's still-furled leaves luminesce; a neighbourhood Milky Way. Mystical, magical - like the tiny unicorn image I stuck to the rainbow in a large framed picture hanging on a co-worker's office wall. 'Tis the day for such frivolity, after all.
My friend, Jenny, called and suggested we spend a recent Saturday morning strolling her neighborhood, perusing the literal dozens of yard sales that bloom on a particular weekend in May.
Now, bear in mind that, since being married to the poster boy for “Simplify Your Life”, I haven’t spent a morning yard-saling in about 8 years.
And I kinda loathe idle shopping in most forms. And it would mean forfeiting my precious coffee-in-jammies morning.
But, I love Jenny.
And we would simultaneously be strolling and hanging out together.
So, I did not say, “I’d rather have a tooth pulled.” (Jenny works for a dentist and could follow through on that).
I said, (hem, haw) “For you, I will do this.“
And we did share splendid catch-up conversation, and a fun chat with some spunky seniour ladies.
So friendship yields were high.
And, yes, I bought a few small things, such as a vintage gold chain & a grey pearl costume bracelet - both from the spunky seniour gals!
But this photo is the coolest thing I brought home that morning.
Isn’t this what the serious yard-salers hope for?
Kitty say, “Hakuna Matata - or else!”
If we’re talking about neighborhood walks, alley rambles are the best kind. Back yards tend to be much more interesting and unfettered than their tidier street front counterparts. And the very back of back yards, up against the alley, are almost like a soul window. Sometimes the view reads as a sad commentary, but very often it offers a playful and caring glimpse of the dwellers therein. This ferocious kitty’s people crafted imaginative areas to keep their felines safe from a nearby busy street while granting plenty of outdoor access for exercise - or not exercise.
