Easy like Sunday Morning

Walking down the street

Easy like Sunday morning

I'm content with me.

For some reason I'm into houses, streets, neighborhoods, architecture and all

the things that go along with them. The texture of the buildings, grasses, or no grass, the broken 

glass in the ally, the unwatered flowers in the front flower beds, the over-loaded trash

bins and the different colors or paints that people choose for their personal domicile.

I think about who it is that lives in these houses or works in these buildings. Who goes out

 on a Saturday morning and mows the lawns or waters the potted plants, or digs up a

trench to repair a broken sewer line. That takes dedication and love. Whew!

I'm linking this post to Cheryl's Writing on the Wall

and Helen's Hump Day Haiku