Today in Hansville, the old fishing resort was torn down. Though I cannot very well complain in that we now have a better view of waves crashing in, it was sad to think of the passing of time this little place has seen. To think that when Nana was a little girl she used to take a dirt road to the Point-no-Point lighthouse where her brother Bill would threaten to throw her to the Octopus.
I was delightfully distracted today, while taking an Economics Test at the Little Boston Library, by a group of older women reading To Kill A Mockingbird aloud. There's such a bond in reading aloud. Some of my favorite memories are that of the reading circles in Play Production or going to the pajama reads at the Edmonds Library as a little girl. The Kitsap Libraries have started a program where the community reads a book together and anyone can go to one of the Libraries and read aloud to eachother (they even had chocolate chip cookies at this gathering!). I had such a peace listening to the voices of these women, their worn voices still bursting with animation and excitment.
From our kitchen window I watched a grey-headed man detour from his walk into our driveway and sneak some of our blackberries!
At this moment Sean is back in the Greenway making a plaster cast of some bobcat tracks he found last night!
It is a quiet and still night, trapped somewhere between summer and winter, golden shadows blanketing the ground and the peaceful assurance that for everything there is a season.
1 comment:
Love that last paragraph.
A plaster cast? COOL. Wanna know something crazy? There was a cougar sighting in the Meadowdale Playfields. This is a good time to use the phrase: "Pictures, or it didn't happen." But still. What if it is true??
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