At 70-something degrees this afternoon, I decided to open the front windows to get the fresh comfortable air flowing indoors from the shaded side of the house.
About thirty minutes later, I started hearing loud noises out front.
Really loud noises.
The street pavers have shown up on what is, so far, the most beautiful week of the summer to repave our road. They had done the other side of the street a few weeks ago, so we knew our turn was coming.
I must admit... my first inclination was to be annoyed. Really!?! The first day in months we can throw open the windows and we get all this noise and stinky smell of asphalt filling the house?!?
And then I decided to be thankful for such a first-world problem.
And my camera.
And the sense to take some pictures.
And then I was super tickled to see two little boys a couple of houses down, waving and pointing, who quite possibly are experiencing a real highlight of their week. Big noisy trucks working right in front of their house for at least a couple of days - as late as the pavers got started today and by the time this work is finished. The boys waved to the drivers; the drivers tooted their muffled horns. 😊
My heart is taken back in time to my own three little barefoot boys - who delighted in big noisy trucks.
Life is good.
A bit stinky for a few days...
But good.
