OUTSIDE MY WINDOW

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                           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.