Do you ever feel like you are stuck in a Ponderosa Pine stump and can’t get out? Maybe all this staying at home, for who knows how long, will teach us what bears already know; how to hibernate and sleep through the down times! Hopefully we won’t stay as long as Rip Van Winkle. Even so, by the time we come back out the world will be a different place than the one we remember.
Smiling eye peaking
through the knot-hole in our tree
“Come out! It’s springtime!”
The air is fresh // sky is blue
We miss your hugs Grandma
Photo: Lara Z. Condon
When De Jackson, at d’verse, gave us the word box to write about for Quadrille Monday, I immediately thought of Pet Seeger’s song from 1968, “Little Boxes”. It is such a great reminder to all of us how easy it is to allow ourselves to be put into boxes of many kinds “to keep us like everybody else.” Fortunately there are always a few of us who like to crawl out of our boxes and our comfort zones and become the unique individuals that we were meant to be. I hope you enjoy the song as much as I do. I live in one of those little boxes!
One of six hundred…
Little boxes up and down the streets
“All made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same…”
With rules and regulations
Some enforced by the HOA.
More developments popping up
Trees and fresh air depleted
Little Boxes video: YouTube.com
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