“I want everybody to live very close. I want to borrow. I want to bike over in house shoes for a game of cards on the porch with some tea or digestif. I want animals around and wind chimes above our heads. Somebody is cooking, I brought the bread. Players come and go. A candle is lit to keep away the bugs. Dogs need to be fed. “Turn the record over.” Song plays through the screen door. Chatter trickles out from the kitchen. There is little distinction between what’s mine and yours. Where we sleep tonight and under whose room matters not very much. When we part, we see each other again walking to the mailboxes. When we stay together: on the sofa, on the floor, into deep listening and burning midnight oil, then in the morning one of us will rise and cut some fruit. Make some coffee and tea, but not the same person who did it last time because in this house we take turns. In this house we dance.” – Anna Fusco
Here’s wishing you a Fall filled with nights of gathering with friends and family. Riding your bikes to the inviting, open doors of good company, where there will always be music and bread.
Your neighbors,
Sam and Shaleen DeStefano