There’s my block and then there’s the other block. They have lots of little kids. No kids live on my block, anymore. They’ve all grown and moved away. I wonder if my neighbors call my block, “Old People Land.”
I love nature and birds, and I have always kept my yard natural. Jerome, the Great and Good, has put our brush in the back of our yard for years. If I were to pick up any book about attracting birds to the yard, having a brush pile would be the first suggestion. I put water out and it attracts many birds and I suspect, some stealthy nocturnal raccoons too.
When my young neighbors moved in to the other block ( Young People Land) about four or five years ago, they put in a swing set near the back of their property. Their property touches the back of my land. One day, I looked out from my deck and I noticed my elm tree was dead. It had probably been dead for years, but honestly I never noticed it until the old widow moved out and the young family moved in. My tree was right over their swing set. Terrified, I called the tree company the same day, and arranged to have the tree removed.
I left the stump of the tree, however. I thought it would be a great place to sit, or put a natural container garden, or a rock sculpture. I found serenity in my natural looking backyard.
My neighbor called one day, and said he was taking down some trees on his property, and he asked if he could remove the stump from mine. Not knowing what else to say, I said, “Thanks.”
His swing sets got bigger and brighter. Vivid plastic colors of red, yellow and blue stood next to my brown and gray brush pile. He added a basketball net on a blue, white and red plastic pedestal.
One day I got a call from him. He was very polite when he asked me about cleaning up my brush pile. He blamed “the mess” on my lawn guy who, he said, “Never cleaned the back of my property.” My neighbor felt I would want to know that my brush pile possibly harbored poison ivy or dangerous wildlife, like mice. Would I speak to my lawn guy, please.
I called up my lawn guy and told him the brush pile would have to go. I wanted to be a good neighbor. And so, after forty years, the brush pile in the back of my property—went.
These young families really know how to build on to a house. I watch, as each of them on the “Young Family Block” adds on, up and out. My neighbor is almost finished with his renovation. His house, which was once the size of mine, has quadrupled in size.
And these young families, they also know how to maximize the possibilities of a backyard. Let’s take another neighbor. He has created a veritable adult and kiddie playland! I know because his backyard diagonally touches my backyard.
- One in-ground swimming pool, with many lounge chairs, and lots of colorful pool toys. Often his pool is the meeting spot on hot summer days for the folks from the Young Families’ Block. Therefore he also has:
- Some umbrella tables and chairs
- Some grill or grills. I can’t see, but I bet he’s got a smoker.
- A large outdoor fire-pit.
- A wire fence which he is required to have by law. It also works to contain his kids, the rest of the neighborhood’s kids, and his three large dogs, barking dogs.
- A super-duper outdoor gym set which includes one or two slides, several creaky swings, ladders, parallel bars, places for kids to crawl and climb, and a little slant roofed house at the top. His gym set is bigger than some sets I see at public parks.
- A large outdoor trampoline often filled with hordes of joyful jumping juniors.
- A vegetable garden with a plastic composter…near where our properties touch, fenced from rabbits.
- A purple martin bird feeder, high on a pole.
- A shed
Last night, at twilight, I heard the joyous sounds of children’s laughter. There must have been ten little ones of all different ages jumping around with glee in the sideyard between the aformentioned neighbor’s backyards. I saw the reason for the kids’ delight. It was a tire swing, hung between two trees. The kids were delirious as they took turns. I watched four at a time swing together, but they squealed the most when a dad pushed them.
The teacher in me watched from my upstairs window. I wondered about the older kids’ homework. Then, I figured the parents must have said something like, “Homework first; then the swing.”
Long ago, when our block was the Young Family Block, we had a swing too. It was in the back of our house near our brush pile. Like the tire swing, our wooden swing was tied to the strong branch of one of our trees. I pushed my babies in that little swing and listened to their chatter and the chatter of the birds in my yard.
The swing is gone; the tree it hung from is gone; my brush pile is gone; and my children are gone from my backyard too. When my kids visit, we play ball with my grandchild and she learns which tree to use for first base, second, third, and home base. We bat the ball around, and then they all go home.
I hear the sounds of other people’s children in my backyard now. Maybe that’s a good thing. I enjoy watching them and listening to them. I know, that if ever I needed help, my young neighbors would be right there for me. They are really wonderful neighbors. I’m lucky to have them– and all of their bright plastic colors.
5 thoughts on “A Swinging Neighborhood”
How nice to read about a neighborhood in transition. It is how life goes on. I enjoyed this blog. Katie
Thanks, Katie. I’m glad you liked it.
I truly understand this. Our development started out with young families like us, yes we were young once, and tons of kids always outside or in our backyard. Now, I don’t even know some of the neighbors, our old friends have moved, and younger families with small children have moved in. I also watch in delight and remember the days of my children when they were young and all the delights they found. But now our “old block” is turning into the “young block” but we are still here
And I thank God that “We are still here.”
Wow, sounds like you live on acreage rather than small urban lots like our. Our street once had lots of children but they have grown up and moved away. Most of us are ‘old folk’ on this block. There are two small children next door whom I occasionally hear playing in the backyard but it has none of the accessories that your neighbors have.