Yesterday afternoon was picture perfect. The temperature was in the low 70s and sunny. Anna was outside riding her bike, and Eva was with her on her scooter. Various neighborhood children wandered over to play before their parents called them home for dinner. Occasionally, one of the girls would fall and scrape a knee or an elbow, then come in for a kiss and a bandaid before going back out to play.
The familiar music of the ice cream truck started trickling through the neighborhood (“It’s a Small World After All,” don’t ask me why.). The girls ran in begging for money, and even though it was close to dinner, I gave them some cash and they ran out the door laughing. Soon I saw them sitting on the curb side-by-side trying to lick their popsicles before they melted.
There are a lot of reasons to live in the country, but I like my suburbia quite a bit.
(snarkiness to return soon)