On Spring in the Suburbs
The quiet of winter is gone. Spring is here and the world wakes up. Flowers blooming, bees buzzing — carpenters in particular, looking for fresh wood to burrow into. The lawnmowers awaken as well. And now every day the air is filled with the hum of them — close by or faintly in the distance. A near constant sound that had been sleeping in winter’s quiet. Our own landscapers come every two weeks, with no…
