September 21, 2010
Alley Cats
Unfortunately, the stray cats around here roam far beyond the alley. Most notably into my gardens in search of poop possibilities. They've been mostly thwarted this summer, but it's still maddening.
Digressed already.
In a thousand pictures, and a few words, here is our beloved alley. It's the everyday that stands out. We take a gigabillion (even more than my standard gabillion. I've gone digital in my exaggeration) pictures when we go anywhere, but somehow never post them on here.
The alley we take pictures of all the time, because we're there all the time.
In the spring, it was the excitement of realizing that Sebastien could open the latch on the alley gate all by himself, and his constant entreaties to come "chase me in the alley!"
The alley is a shortcut to the beloved Maltese Grocery.
The alley has charming wooden shed walls to walk by. I obsess over these walls. I crave faded old wooden walls, with hollyhocks growing up in front of them. Though for now I will have to settle for horseradish.
Next spring, we are planting raspberries in the alley. Cause sometimes we get hungry out there.
This fall, we found a fence down, and apples all over the ground. So we scurried around to the front door and begged permission to pick up said apples. The boys made sure the apples were good by taking a bite out of each one.
It's like our own park; there's never anyone there, except the occasional cat.
The light is good, and silliness is not frowned upon.
Lovely.
