Is the only place where it is a joy to hear children at play. Up and down the street without fear. Jumping ,running,laughing,screaming. Where they draw hop scotch patterns in chalk on the street. Where dad plays a game of catch with his son in the street and neighbors visit while keeping an eye out for skinned knees and other Bo,Bo’s . Where every child is secure in the knowledge that my wife is good to be hit up for a bowl of homemade blue berry cobbler. Where life may be slow but where morals and values are still taught and the worries of the world are down the hill.
These are the little things that I see. This is what makes life worth living when you get older. This is what it means to have great neighbors. This is what the mountain means !