Construction. There are many men with hammers. And there are many buildings at various stages of completion.
Nature? Country air? Sure, if you can find your way out of subdivisions. These goosies are lost. They will forever circle this pond wondering what hell brought them here and how best to leave.
Still, you can find farms and sheds and empty spaces and Russian bakeries baking poppyseed kolatchky...
Oh, I interrupt this post as the loft roof just caved in. Hail, pounding away, brought with it soot and tar from the rafters and I am covered with it!
I will resume posting tomorrow. After a discussion with management about rent abatement.
I'm fascinated by your Russian bakeries. I didn't even know there were such things. I think a small package of two or three Russian baked goods would make a fabulous gift for a guest to give a host. Don't you think?
ReplyDeleteOh dear, Nina! I hope you are not injured and that the damage is minimal!
ReplyDeleteThose pastries remind me of hamentashen. I haven't made them in years.
Oh, no! I think I understand what you're describing. Pounding on the roof looses ancient grit from the cracks, right? At first, I thought a skylight broke!
ReplyDeleteI like the poppyseed imagery next to the roof dirt sprinkles. Yummy!
You were in my very 'hood; I'm in Phase Two!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your roof. I had water in my New Construction Basement earlier this spring. Here's to having a Home Warranty.
Yikes! I looked out of my window while the hail was coming down, and there was a guy walking down the street with his arm over his head -- not running for cover, just walking along, and all of these chunks of hail the size of icecubes bouncing on the sidewalk all around him.
ReplyDeleteYikes, indeed! What a mess... at least some of the place is under the loft.
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