A walk in the neighborhood
The dogs and I walked to City Park this morning but detoured across the street to look at one of the large houses that line the avenue because the porch was recently redone. I like having a wood porch but the rain has been playing havoc with it and the latest affront was that after having it redone, the guy fixing the house left two tubs of termite control on either side of the newly redone porch and there remains a big gloppy mess of stain and sticky substance (even outdoor bleach wouldn’t take it out).
But I digress, I detoured and then began walking through the neighborhood to come home from the other side. The gardens are in a state of confusion, while I had my hood of my winter coat up, Japanese magnolias bloomed in the front yards along with pansies, roses, and even daisies. You cannot help but feel all jazzed up to pass any of these homes that have their Mardi Gras decorations up – either banners, beads, flags or even one house that had purple, green and gold lights shining on the porch.
There is also the warm and fuzzy feeling that our architecture inspires with the floor to ceiling windows that line the front porches, and need I say the porches with their swings and rocking chairs and even one with an oversize candle that had obviously been burning recently. The canopy of large trees, the soft lights from people eating breakfast and getting ready to greet the day.
Then to come around to see the bayou again in full view and a pelican swooping low. Really sometimes all a person needs is to see beauty all around them in the morning to be inspired to greet the day.