So, I wander off from my desk to get a cup of tea.
I return to hear SQEALS from my yard, and I see three girls, maybe 15 years old, jumping through the sprinkler in my front yard. They’ve got a small posse of boys on bicycles watching them jump.
Just as I was dithering between “I should tell them to get the hell out of my yard” and “it is awfully hot outside, can’t really blame them,” they wandered off … presumably looking for the next quick fix of sprinkler happiness.
Summertime, is still summertime, I suppose.
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