I'm house sitting for The Giver and I have to ask all you city dwellers a question:
"How on earth do you people sleep at night?"
I guess I've enjoyed the peacefulness of the country for too many years. The sounds of the burbs do not induce sleepy feelings in me. Needless to say, I'm tired. How do you do it?
All night long I heard the noise of the street and the neighborhood. The street lights illuminated the room and just knowing that there were people within mere feet of the front door made me a wee bit jumpy. At 6:30 this morning I was jerked awake by the sounds of the garbage man.
Town is loud.
In the country, at least out where I live, we don't hear our neighbors (unless there's a party goin' on). Those who traverse our gravel road cannot be heard from inside the house. Our long driveway protects us from the banging and clanging of the refuse collector.
On a summer night the music of crickets fills the air and you can lay on your back and watch the moon rise in all its glory. The occasional coyote will call to it's mate only to be answered back by the entire pack.
There is a silence in our farming communities that hearkens back to days gone by. Back to a time when family's worked the land together and played together too. I'll never forget long, cool evenings sitting on the porch with my babies and my in-laws waiting for the moon to make his appearance. An inky blackness embraces you as first one, then other stars fill the night sky.
I wonder, as economic pressures continue to put the squeeze on America, will we return to these simpler pleasures? Will we visit with our neighbors in the evening breeze and watch our children play hide and seek in the dusky evening light?
I hope so. Hard times remind us that we are all in the same boat; rowing or bailing, we've got to work together to get where we want to go. People helping people, knowing their neighbors, keeping their streets safe simply by being a part of it all. I'd like to see us return to those days. I think we thrived then. I think we showed that difficult times make a stronger America.
I suppose that makes me a patriot. So be it.
Ya'll stop by my house and let's roast some marshmallows out back. We'll bundle up and recall our childhoods and laugh at old jokes. Wall street will do what it will, but in my backyard, the greatness of American will shine bright: Her people.
God bless America