Echoes of My Neighbourhood: Around the House


Thank you to Jacqueline of A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales for hosting the Echoes of My Neighbourhood Prompt.

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Today, it’s pictures outside, around my house. Spring hasn’t come about, it’s too early still. And the snow hasn’t stayed (yet). So nature appeares bare. But it’s sunny and not too cold. A cool wind blows, but only a light jacket needed in March is amazing. I’m looking forward to when spring comes at last. My Mom did tell me the tulips were starting to come up at her work. Cheers all! Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Enjoy your Guinness and your “green beer.” Seems to me we need more ‘green’ this time of year! 

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Our Kitchen Window. We have a shelf where we put most of our plants. We always joke with my Mom that. she has a ‘black thumb’ but, her orchids atleast, have bloomed several times.
 
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Part of the Back Yard. The little arch is beautiful when green leaves cover it from vines in the summer months.
 
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When we moved into this house, my Dad and one brother, did a great deal of work putting in brick/stone flowerbeds and a patio. Again, they. are much nicer when flowers bloom and plants are green.

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A Birch tree in the upper yard. It drops so many leaves in fall.
 
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Front of our Bungalow. Dad painted the siding a grey-green when we moved in to modenize it. The trees infront of our house have grown awful big!
 
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Another part of the front yard, looking off down the sidewalk.
 
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Speaking of sidewalks, one of my favourite poems is by a poet named Shell Silverstein. My elementary school teachers, used to read us his poetry. My favourite poem by Shell Silverstein is called “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”

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Where the Sidewalk Ends – Shell Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

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Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

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Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

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(Poem provided by Lady Lee Manila).

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©Mandibelle16.All Rights Reserved.

7 thoughts on “Echoes of My Neighbourhood: Around the House

  1. Dreamer of Dreams March 18, 2016 / 4:11 am

    Beautiful sharing of images, thoughts and the poem at the end, Mandi! I loved reading your post, and looking at the lovely pictures.

    Like

    • mandibelle16 March 24, 2016 / 4:54 pm

      Thank you Jacqueline. Glad you like! Funny enough, I was saying how there was no snow, two days ago it snowed lol.

      Liked by 1 person

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