Our neighborhood was hopping last night, this first Friday evening of spring.
Picking up my son from high school, I passed the track field, crowded with hundreds of people. Teens were stretching out and practicing their pole vault stances, while coaches conferred and parents were pitching tents to keep out the warm afternoon sun.
Four blocks away, I parked at our house. Several neighbors were gathered in the driveway next door, chatting and watching grandkids play. I joined my neighbor after dinner and spent a few hours on my back porch and her front porch, as my teenboy humored her kindergarten grandson's request to play. Providing sidewalk chalk to keep the younger granddaughter amused in their driveway, we whiled away a couple of hours talking about my job and her travel plans.
Voices were booming over a nearby loudspeaker, and we peeked at the hike-n-bike behind our houses. People were gathered in the park, possibly for the cross-country teams from the track meet.
My husband and son left for a shopping trip. When they returned, my husband remarked that neighbors were on their porches up and down the street, and there was a game at the baseball field while the track meet continued. The pool was busy, too.
Our four-decades-old neighborhood is awake and buzzing once again. The vibrancy is tangible, as welcome as the buds appearing on the trees in everyone's yards. Life is good in the 'hood.