Does it help being a writer when you live next to five boys? My column last week was about the five boys living next to me and how they, like theives in the night, plywooded my snow for their fort. As I said, the fort was scrawny, the snow non-impressive. Ahhhh, but how those things change. We have been given the promised January with snow and ice and frigid temperatures (dipping into the zeros this week end!) As if on cue, the boys were here tonight shoveling my drive way and walks. I provided another shovel so the plywood could take a break. What do they want for their efforts? Money? Cookies? Cocoa? No, they just want the snow. So, who is the winner here? My snow is removed (into their yard), and I end up being the nice neighbor that let them have it....for free!
Life is sweet.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.