After winter dreariness, when spring has finally made inroads into our Valley, no one can stay inside. So, here I am, half-heartedly grading while I whole-heartedly relearn the sounds of my neighborhood in Spring.
Robins reminding the neighborhoods' cats just how carefully they are being watched.
Wind chimes catching the slightest breeze.
Ridiculously giddy shouts: "Mummy, look how dirty my feet are!" It's almost as if she'd forgotten how lovely spring gardens feel on bare toes.
Lawn mowers reclaiming patches of green.
Motorcycles racing down Route 18, trying desperately to reach speed before the next block's red light.
Chickadees claiming their tree for the summer.
Chimes from the College marking off time (Fifteen more minutes that I have avoided grading).
"Hey, we're headed to the ice cream shop."
Robins reminding the neighborhoods' cats just how carefully they are being watched.
Wind chimes catching the slightest breeze.
Ridiculously giddy shouts: "Mummy, look how dirty my feet are!" It's almost as if she'd forgotten how lovely spring gardens feel on bare toes.
Lawn mowers reclaiming patches of green.
Motorcycles racing down Route 18, trying desperately to reach speed before the next block's red light.
Chickadees claiming their tree for the summer.
Chimes from the College marking off time (Fifteen more minutes that I have avoided grading).
"Hey, we're headed to the ice cream shop."
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