Thru my window

I have a large window in my living room through which I view my surroundings. The window looks North so I look to the right and see the rising sun or at the end of the day I look to the left and see the setting sun. Well, to be truthful I don't get a great view of the setting sun because of trees but I can see the sky through the trees and see the colors on the mountains to the East. In the Fall I watch the falling leaves of trees across the street. One will fall from the top of the tree and as it makes it's way to the ground it will influence other leaves to join it and a cascade of leaves is the result. One Sabbath morning last Winter I sat in my chair early in the morning and watched the snow fall. All was quiet as no-one was abroad yet. It was a full 8 minutes before a car came down the street to disturb the snow and leave it's mark. In the Spring I watch as the trees begin to bloom and leaves and blossoms form. I watch my neighbor work her piece of land. She spends a lot of time there and it shows. I watch neighbors jog or walk by. Some with spouses, some pushing buggies with one or more wee ones in it. Sometimes a horse and rider will pass. Another time a noisy fire engine or emergency vehicle, and I wonder if it is for someone I know. Sometimes when speaking to a friend in England I will tell them what the weather is like and about snow on the mountains. At Christmas time we have our own display of neighborhood lights and think it rivals Temple Square. Years ago when our children were in there young teens and there were no other homes between us and Ogden the children would climb on the roof and watch the fireworks at the local Amusment Park. But there are so many trees now I don't see those fireworks anymore. When we first moved into this home it was a country road, but now it is one of the main streets through our town and we get a lot of traffic. I am glad for double pane windows that muffle a lot of the sound. Sometimes I watch neighbors not stop at the STOP sign but slide on through. I watch the teenagers when it is 20F waiting for the school bus in their shorts, and tee shirts and no coats. On July 4th I get to watch the parade, and at Christmas, Santa go by on a fire-engine. I watch my Grandkids play in the yard and climb the plum tree and see my kids with there kids arrive to visit. I watch the birds fly in and out of the plum tree eating their fill of the plums. I watch my Alan mow the lawn or shovel snow. Sometimes Alan and I will wash the window. Once a year whether it needs it or not. A major project as the window on the outside is about 8 feet off the ground and it entails ladders and long handled brushes and squeegees. But oh the satisfaction when I look out and exclaim, "Alan, there is a house across the street." :o)

A lot of life, a lot of memories. A lot of good friends and neighbors.