It’s 5:04 am . The morning greeting of a Baltimore Oriole in the tall Blue Spruce
outside my window is a continuous song of thankfulness and 'hello!'.
Crow calls from a distant Oak as he begins his early morning rounds. Phoebe adds
a soft ‘pee wee’ pee wee’ from a Japanese Maple branch, not to be outdone. The day has begun
and how blessed I feel to be brought into the new day in such a fine and beautiful way.
The birds of the Old East Hill are as much a part of the fabric that comprises the feeling one has here of permanence and time immemorial, as the trees and the wide
streets and majestic homes are. All things tie in together to form a symphony
that plays to the souls of visitors and residents as they go about their daily lives.
How wonderful it is to be serenaded by such subliminal background beauty !
This is what makes a neighbourhood loved. The things your conscious mind is not aware of
unless you slow down and actually take note. However, now this is where the beauty of this comes in,
your subconscious mind is busy gathering information at all times and as it gathers,
it condenses everything it gleans into a general feeling it gives back to you, unaware
that something is working in the background at all times.
The flavour of a community or of a neighbourhood is this background noise.
The birdsong, the colours and design of the gardens, the smiles on the faces of the people as
they work in their yard or walk down the shaded streets, the shadows cast by the giant old trees as you drive along, the hustle and bustle of the morning hours and the hush that casts itself over the fabric of the Old East Hill in the after dinner hours. This is ‘home’.
©JoSmith
