OUTSIDE MY WINDOW
There’s a book full of stories just outside my living room overlooking
my condo balcony. I can see that the warm days of summer are past as the
falling leaves have reached their end of life stage. Some by themselves as the life has parted from
their veins and others not quite so ready being blown off by the wind.
My Geraniums, they
have brought so much joy this season are still hanging in there, fighting
against the cold and the rain and sapping up every ounce of nutrients remaining
in their source of supply. My yellow
vine flowers have passed on, guess it was time. The empty chairs that exchanged
the laughter and chatter of friends look cold and uninviting and are waiting to
go into hibernation until next year.
My condo is around
ten years old and was built besides above ground hydro polls which can be an
eye sore, however it also has provided company for me as the birds take rest
there occasionally and talk back and forth to each other. So, I suppose in that
sense it is a good thing.
There’s an empty lot
in front of my place, with two beautiful huge trees. One might be a Manitoba
Maple. I’m not certain as I don’t know my trees very well. So, help me if anyone dares to come and cut
them down.
Across the alley to my left is the Fish and Games building.
Prior to the present owners it was used as a church. This gives me something to
think about. A lot of history wrapped up in those walls. Weddings, dedications,
baptisms, funerals, Christmas carols ringing out, worship, the odd person
nodding off while the preacher is giving his sermon. O if these walls could
talk!
To my left, across the alley is the Dr. Woods Museum,
keeping alive the rich history of a pioneer Dr. who came to the area in 1902.
It depicts the domestic and professional life of Dr. Woods and his family. The
Museum preserves artifacts reflecting the period of life from the late twenties
and forties, as well as showcasing a Canadian Doctor’s home in a small prairie
town.
I could write about the sirens I hear daily, keeping me in
touch with humanity. There are the planes that fly over my condo taking people
on some adventure.
That’s another story.
