Well, not anymore. But it used to be.
In the course of running errands Thursday, I drove by our old house to see the forsythia I planted years ago. Or more accurately, to see if it was still there. I don’t drive by that often, but if you’re going to check out forsythia, now is, of course, the time.
I also like to see how the house, built in 1985, has evolved over the years. We had 17 really good years there, and I hope the current owners (the house changed hands again a few years ago) enjoy it as much as we did.
As I surveyed this landscaping effort of long ago, I felt as good about it as the day I planted all of those bushes. A newscast disappears into thin air as you do it. This has at least an illusion of permanence about it. I sat for a moment and thought, “I did that.”
Now? I do windows.