He told me he was feeling surrounded, hemmed in, corralled.
It wasn’t always like that he said. Where once he’d been one of a few houses, nowadays there were houses all round him.
Every week he observed a new house being pegged out on the land around him.
His view out his back window had gone. There were three houses there now.
The people were okay; it wasn’t them, but the feeling of being crowded in.
It was peaceful thought, no rowdy children, no noisy neighbours. He was glad he’d built a sturdy fence around his place.
He couldn’t blame people wanting to live where he did. It was a beautiful place, though not as it once was, but that was progress he said.
He was learning to live with change, after all the local shops were still there and he appreciated access to the butcher, the baker, and candlestick maker.
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It’s hard to find a good candlestick maker these days, Michael. Most of them have gone into furniture making to make better use of their lathes.
They are few and far between. I see COVID in heading out your way. Take care Lyn
Yes, it’s pretty scary. I’ve had both jabs though and always wear a mask (double actually) and gloves when out and about.
It’s a worrisome time alright
I get my second jab next week
Let’s hope people get theirs and behave themselves as well.
Amen to that!
Great take Michael.
Thanks so much Sadje
You’re welcome
Progress is important but sometimes it gets in the way of beautiful peace.
Yes so true. Thanks for stopping by.