We walked in our house tonight and the smell of the campfire came in with us. It's been a while since we've been around a campfire--not like we hung out around a fire a lot in the past. It's a familiar smell, now a rare one.
My wife, youngest son, and I went to a block party tonight. We just got back. I'm glad our neighbors have the facilities, patience, and gumption to ask us all over for a meal and conversation. We began the evening by introducing each other and letting everyone know some of the things that have happened to our families over the past year. Then came dinner.
Our neighbors have done an amazing job with their back yard. Even though it was dark, to see what they've done is incredible. It's strange to see the evolution of the property. I've seen it as an empty lot, to the original house, and then the remodel.
We had dinner then chatted. A few neighbors brought dogs with them and as the adult talked, the children ran around making their own fun.
Growing up in the same neighborhood, I don't remember attending block parties as a kid. I think back then we didn't need them because we spent time outside talking to our neighbors more than we seem to do now. So, in the absence of going outside and actually spending time with those who live near us, a block party is the next best thing.
Until next year...
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