Perhaps it’s a sign of things to come

It often staggers me how different it is where we live now compared to where we used to live. 

Our first house was a pink bungalow, nestled into square mile after square mile of basically every shape and color of the exact same house.  You ask any man, and he would probably say it was beige, but you ask me, it was pink.

Our lot was small, allowing me to keep everything trim and neat.  Shoveling the driveway took no more than ten minutes, mowing the lawn took not much more than that.  Each of our neighbors were only ten feet away on either side of us.

Our neighborhood was a community, people were constantly sitting on their front porches, walking over to a neighbors house to simply chat.  When we first moved in, we were the new kids, everyone was feeling a bit disturbed that there was a married couple in their early twenties moving in across the street, or next door.

But, they came to accept us, and eventually some of the houses around us began to change ownership and we no longer held that title.  A city cop lived across the street, an elderly man who only found pleasure in talking to others and sharing his stories next door.  It was a quaint neighborhood.

It’s like a completely different world where we are now, and I just haven’t gotten used to it yet.  We know none of our neighbors, and with some of the things happening, not sure I want to.  I may have to blow some of my steam sooner or later about our neighbors, but now is not the time. 

Anyway, I woke up and let the dogs out this morning to find ten deer wandering around the yard and I wasn’t sure it was real for a moment because when the dogs ran out into their pen, the deer simply lifted their heads, steam coming from their noses, and walked over to the fenceline, inches from the dogs.

I was captivated by what was happening, especially when Keiko, the one that goes berzerk whenever a wild animal is around, simply sat down and lifted his nose to the deer’s head.  By the time I thought to grab my camera, the scene was over and the deer were just wandering again, chomping at the bare branches of our pear tree.

Yesterday afternoon, there were five of them hanging around for a while, and that had been the first time I’d seen any sign of them other than some footprints since November.  I’m hoping that’s a good sign.

For the last few months when I looked out at our property, all I could see was the mess that needed to be tended to, the hours and hours of labor it would take to make it suitable.  I’ve changed my standards, and what was suitable at the old house no longer applies to this one.  I may not live in the country, but in my eyes it’s close enough, and the image of a perfectly manicured, cookie cutter, suburb home is slowly fading with nature taking its place, and there is nothing I love more than nature.

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jeff
    Mar 05, 2009 @ 06:07:44

    Glad to see your back– Must be something in the blood– your mom and I both started in little postage stamp neighborhoods only to end up at our “country in the city”
    Dad

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  2. caprik
    Mar 05, 2009 @ 06:39:52

    We had that same type of house in Redford.
    You will make the new house a lovely home. Inside and out.

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  3. Meg
    Mar 05, 2009 @ 11:10:30

    What a beautiful moment.

    I’m sure you will make the house your home and maintain it the way you want it to. All the work will be worth it.

    And WELCOME BACK!

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  4. caprilis
    Mar 05, 2009 @ 18:54:44

    My suggestion…. go from manicured and trimmed closest to the house and transition to ‘wild’. It’s easy to try to do toooooooo much and get overwhelmed. It’s amazing that you had all of those deer right there in the city!

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  5. emily
    Mar 06, 2009 @ 10:23:48

    That is exactly the kind of home I picture you at. You must be where you are supposed to be. And how nice that your dogs didn’t mind having the deer there!

    Reply

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