My office roof is tin. It sounds tin at least. I’m guessing it’s metal.
When the rain patters on it I am taken back to holidays spent by rainy seasides in England in our caravan. A cozy, family- togetherness-sound even if my brother and I weren’t always the best behaved children in the world!
Today I heard sounds like heavy hail on the roof. Much, much more than the drop of pecans as squirrels scamper back and forth during the summer, dropping nuts along the way.
I looked at the pool, not a ripple on its surface but there were birds everywhere. Had it been a brilliant, sunny day they would have darkened the skies. As it was they blended rather well with the already gloom.
The noise was deafening as they flocked on the bare trees. Crowds of them coming in for the meeting.
Their branch landings knocked every seed pod and loose twig off the tree overhanging my office, hence the noise on the roof.
I had to go out and witness the din coming from the flock of blackbirds, first hand! It was deafening!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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