suncatcher 6 (Photo credit: VickyTH)
A few years back, David bought a wind chime with heavy pipes. Years before Parson Halleck had told David he heard the old Christian Hymn, A Mighty Fortress is Our God playing on a similar wind chime at his house. David, ever the choir boy, wanted the same sound.
Most of the assorted wind chimes we own were manufactured by Woodstock. Each of them plays something different. Over the years, like many things in this life most have collapsed and fallen to the ground.
Yesterday, after I read DKZody had purchased a new wind chime, I decided to do what I had been planning for some time… replace the broken wind chimes which have lain on David’s workbench for years.
風鈴 Wind chimes, display in street in front of shop, Nagano, Japan (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I bought four new wind chimes, all different with bits of glass or shell, or in one case leaves of beaten copper. Now David can lay on his chaise and listen to the wind chimes at leisure. Wonder what he will hear tinkling in the breeze?
Spring days, the walk around our neighborhood is extremely pleasant. Not only do we experience temperate weather and blooming fruit trees and shrubs, a slight breeze lifts the newly leafed branches and wind chimes sound from most of the houses. Bulbs in half-derelict pots, repurposed auto tires, or old plastic containers, peek through broken fences and line the curbs.
Given my once working-class and African-American neighborhood composed of aging houses and their inhabitants, boasts many porches with space for rocking as well as hanging, neighbors, elderly widowed or never married women with cats or dogs, have found multiple locations to hang bird feeders, as well as wind chimes and sun catchers. Newer neighbors in oversized houses boast immaculate lawns and much open space.
The sight of sunlight filtering through a bright glass is glorious, and I have placed glass garden ornaments, including witch balls lined with glow-in-the-dark phosphorus here and there to make my yard as tacky as the next. (One neighbor constructed a piece of yard art composed of an old shoe tree and empty bottles.)
Accompanied by the cheerful songs of courting birds and the clink of glass and metal chimes, the old neighborhood, a crow’s flight from the pomp and circumstance a mile away, almost seems like heaven.
Note: New header shows the Lady Banksia climbing rose, just beginning its annal spring display.She’s doing well considering my gardener helpers whacked it back last fall.