‘Cause We’re Cool Like That

Spreading mulch in the front

Spreading mulch in the front

Yesterday afternoon I stepped out of the house, on my way to take Emily to a class and saw Micki, sister of the owner/landlord of the apartment building across the street, standing in front of our garden and discussing it with a potential renter.

Between the bricks over the concrete sidewalk and the mulch, things are looking better in the front.

Between the bricks over the concrete sidewalk and the mulch, things are looking better in the front.

She waved to me and introduced me to the man. He had grown up on a farm and smiled when he heard we had chickens, bees, and grew our own food. Apparently, from this encounter, as well as this past weekend’s encounter, our little urban farm is quite appealing to potential renters.

I found it a little amusing and quite flattering that our fledgling urban farm is a selling point to renters in the neighborhood.

Look! Our first blooms of the season!

Look! Our first blooms of the season!

It took years and YEARS for folks to warm up to us in the suburban neighborhood we lived in for 13 years. In fact, most never did, they just kind of stared askance at our terraformed yard, as if we were some kind of circus sideshow.

We have been here just 14 months and know more people than I knew total in all of Belton.

Yesterday, after purchasing the antique sewing machine, and meeting some more jaded, hard-faced neighbors, Dave asked, “Do you think they are too jaded? Or are we just completely clueless about how bad it is here?”

And I have to wonder if it is an ‘either or’ situation. Why can’t it be both?

Perhaps others are jaded because it is a coping mechanism AND because truly bad people have been in their lives. And perhaps we are too nonchalant at times. But I can’t help thinking that, with every connection we make, we are building a system of allies. Folks who will think kindly of us, even take a step forward at that crucial moment and make a call, give a warning, or run off the bad seeds.

Perhaps I am being overly optimistic.

But I would rather look at it as building bridges, strengthening ties, and fully committing ourselves (and others) to a better community, one connection at a time.

‘Cause we’re cool like that.

Or we’re dreamers. But we aren’t the only ones.

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

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