On impulse, despite the Covid-19 pandemic, last week I ventured out to check on our shuttered meeting house. Approaching on Upland Ave, the street was cluttered with parked cars and construction vehicles. Work was going on all around.
New wooden fencing lines the south side of the street delineating the edge of the Crestview School playing field. Beyond the fence lies a sea of drying mud where basic structures for a new playground appear to be sprouting. Just east of the meeting house, a new tall privet hedge lines the north side of the street, partially hiding the gargantuan new house under construction there. Each side of the street provides a huge dumpster and a portable toilet.
The meeting house stands back from all this activity, quiet and lonely. Weeds sprout along the driveway and in the ragged lawn. Turn into the driveway, though, for a better look. In the planter area across from the front door, roses bloom and shrubs planted just last year are thriving.
Much gratitude to those who are caring for “our home” during this lonely time!
I’ve been offered an opportunity to make a comment?! Well, tongue in cheek, I have one. A fair proportion if not large majority of us Boulder Quakers – myself included – live in gargantuan homes. In fact, most of them are so huge, that for the majority of people in the world, our homes would appear in size nearly indistinguishable from the new one next door to the Meetinghouse.
Sincerely,
Tongue in Cheek.
Dear Mary. many thanks for this report! I enjoy seeing you on Sundays and thinking of you at last another five days a week when I walk by your house.
Thanks for your info., Mary. It makes me miss our lovely, quiet home on Upland.
Annie