Nowhere But In New England

Nowhere but in New England,
Have I seen the whole front yard paved to provide parking.
Have I seen 4-6 pickups parked in a driveway. Don't big boys ever leave home?
Have I seen more houses, even nice houses without garages.
Have I seen so many Canadian geese.
Have I seen Christmas wreaths up in March
Have I seen hats hung on the door around Easter
Have I seen so many big fancy plant nurseries
Have I seen so many black labs
Have I seen so many pizza joints
Have I seen so many people who panicked when their company announced casual day. They had wear to work clothes and wash the car clothes, and not much in between.
Have I seen so little German food.

Thoughts on a cold Sunday. This week I actually picked fresh parsley in the garden. This morning I picked (frozen) chives that thought it was spring and sprouted. Boy, were they mistaken.

Afraid I have to break the sabbath and do laundry today. When I was a kid visiting my grandma in Hesston, Kansas, I had to be very quiet when I went outside. The Mennonites didn't like noise on the sabbath, or so my grandma, an evangelical, said. I can't even imagine the scandal of laundry on the line on Sunday. Ye gods!

Everyplace has its own eccentricies. A good thing.

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