It is winter here and the seats in my neighborhood are silent and sleeping.
The tall person says that they will wake up again when the sun shines and people come out of their houses to sit and chat in the spring and in the sultry summer evenings.
Ah, what gossip and secrets these sleeping sentinels hold in their dreams.
I sometimes think I hear echoes of all the conversations they have overheard and absorbed over time.
They hold the stories of my neighborhood.
They sleep now in a winter without words but will wake again when they feel the warmth of the sun and the chatter of neighbors.
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When I was in college I was taking a video making class. The project my groud did was called “A Day In The Life Of A Bench”, I thought it turned out really well. It’s amazing all the things a bench holds…:-)
I like the project you did Jodi. What amazing stories a bench could tell!
Sweet Bassa your tall person is right in a few weeks those benches will be awake and buzzing again. All those people don’t have a beautiful, warm fur coat like yours so they stay inside where it is warm when winter comes. Hugs and nose kisses
I think they are happier when they hear conversation and laughter 🙂
Hmmmm….the seats might know everything around your neighbourhood, so there are some gosships, too??? Wow, I’m curious! Heeheehee! 🙂
If seats could talk Kevin – what stories they could tell! 🙂
Bassa, you are correct in knowing how many awesome stories the seats would tell if they spoke. They do not look very sturdy, however. Please tell the Tall Person to sit carefully, when it is time. Otherwise the ground will be listening to his stories instead of the seat!
I will Cupcake. Tall person does not have much padding on his bottom! 🙂
I bet they could tell some tales!!! Only problem with being a seat is… well…. people sit their behinds on you… LOL
Great Blog! We loved it!
Many Blessings to You,
Chuck and the Collies 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂
Sleeping seats, I never saw it that way.
It sounds cute. 🙂
Yes Dianda, they only wake up when someone sits on them 🙂
Those seats look very lonely right now.
I think they are Bongo 😦
Before you know it they will wake up and have many new stories!
It is lovely to see them busy when the weather is warm.
I wonder what those seats dream of?
Bottoms Rumpy!
This is so poetic – what gossip and secrets these sleeping sentinels hold in their dreams. I like it very much. 🙂
Thank you Nel!