When asked or when I say where I came from, I'm from Brooklyn, specifically Bay Ridge, it is like a badge of honor, it means something, like the whole was your home, and you where accepted, loved, cared for. I am not saying that it was all rainbows, bunnies, and fluff, sure it could be seedy and dirty, but you knew who you where and where you belonged. I was never afraid, scared, or apprehensive about going or walking anywhere, cause we were safe, or so I thought. It was your neighborhood. If you did not know somebody, your older sibling knew who it was or you knew somebody who knew them. Everybody knew everybody. I don't know who these people are though, but maybe Kiki or Johnny knows......
Now my world is different.
August is almost the same though, I remember it being hot, but not like it is now, and we had Spring, real Spring. I feel as if we go from having the heat on in the house straight to having the air conditioning on. The best possible part of the summer, beside riding and vacationing, is the garden. I love the flowers, herbs, and veggies. I am so very happy now that the Fig Tree is having some growth on it. There are tiny little figgies, they are not figs yet, on it. The garden is just alive. The only drawback is the mosquitoes. Yeah, they are biting big time.
My other favorite is the "sporting events". I just love them.
Life is different, but life is good. Life is good indeed.
to find our beautiful selves again.