On my morning walk with Sully this morning I spotted a sunflower reaching above the bushes that line the parking lot across the street from our apartment. These are the same bushes where I discovered a birdhouse this past winter. These are the same bushes that surround the parking lot where groups of teenagers choose to hang out, spouting out f-bomb's at regular intervals. And talking REALLY REALLY LOUDLY. There were fireworks being set off (big fireworks - the kinds that require a tube) up until about a week ago. Most of the time, though, it's pretty quiet.
|toward the Montague Senior Center|