She cups two hands around her mouth as we drive by, and I hear her voice through the open window, tank top stuck sweaty to my back: “I’ve got popsicles – come down!”
The boys jump out of the mini-van before I even turn the engine off. They skip up the sidewalk to the green house with the red chili pepper lights and plunk onto the front porch steps next to Oliver the orange cat.
When they’re done, the boys slip the limp sheaths into the empty flower pot in the corner and lick sticky fingers clean. Rowan might hurl the plastic blue boomerang across the street once or twice. Noah might sprawl on the sidewalk, stroke Oliver’s fur warm from the sun.
How are you enjoying community with your neighbors these days?