Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Changing Clothes

Today, I took all the heavy hot winter clothes and put them away in boxes. Flannel pajamas, sweaters, furry boots, gone away for a season.

Out of the boxes came sundresses, tank tops, capri pants and sandals. I like it when the seasons change; it's like getting a new wardrobe.

I'm still getting rid of things left and right. If it doesn't fit or flatter, it's outta here.

And for once, I was able to sit out on my porch and enjoy the beautiful sounds of living in the country. Usually, my noisy neighbors fire up a loud machine the moment I step foot out the front door. This time, they weren't home for awhile, so all I heard was an owl in the redwood tree and a woodpecker on the telephone pole. Lovely.

Beautiful, beautiful onset of the warm season. The only downside is that I seem to have misplaced my camera and can't find it anywhere. Beautiful things are passing me by and I can't capture them.

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell each other, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
And let thy holy feet visit our clime.

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee."
- William Blake, To Spring, 1820

5 comments:

Starlene said...

I'm terribly jealous of the warm weather you must have. I'm still in sweatshirts and sweaters. Then again, I'm always cold unless it's 80 degrees.

Your William Blake poem was so inspiring. : ) I secretly feel as if all the beautiful places of the world, from the panoramic views of the himalayas down to the violet growing from a crack in the pavement, shiver in anticipation of human admiration.

Oh, and glad to hear your neighbors gave you some peace. I'm nearly at my wits end with living right in town near car alarms, sirens, screaming kids (I mean really screaming), and the nasty smells that waft through the neighborhood when someone burns plastic or uses an especially artificial-smelling fabric softener. I need the country!

Indie said...

Starlene, you are a Romantic poet yourself obviously: "...all the beautiful places of the world, from the panoramic views of the himalayas down to the violet growing from a crack in the pavement, shiver in anticipation of human admiration."

I live in a wonderful coastal environment that never gets warmer than 85 degrees at the height of summer. And I am always hot unless it is 75 degrees or less!

I really don't like noise, so country living is right for me, except, I have not managed to live far enough out! In the country, noise rules are looser, and people invariably have obnoxious dogs. The farther out from town you get, the more likelier they are to have generators they run around the clock. In short, I'm not sure there is any escaping other people's noise.

Anonymous said...

Noise? I asked my sources what you can do to protect yourself from "obnoxious dogs ... and generators ... run around the clock."

You can call the Sheriff's office in McKinleyville, explain the problems, and see if they can help you by telling you which agency is in charge of "noise abatement."

Indie said...

Oh Thank you, Anonymous. The generators around the clock refers to some other past situation, no my current situation, which just involves people who are endlessly "improving" their place, behind their insulating fence. I think it would be well to talk to some authority about it at some point. There's probably a hierarchy to be followed: neighbor, landlord, sheriff. But the neighbor is insulated behind the fence.

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