Chapter 2 You Can Set Your Clock by It
Chapter 2 You Can Set Your Clock by It Chapter 2 You Can Set Your Clock by It Dear Diary, Of course, you already understand the reasons why I can't write about anything new and exciting. But just in case somebody finds this diary of mine a hundred years from now, let me explain. First of all, I live in a place where nothing is new. Our house is old, our truck is old, even the stove where Dad cooks our meals is as old as the hills. It's a big, black cast iron contraption that Grandma Kate says ha
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Chapter 2 You Can Set Your Clock by It
Chapter 2 You Can Set Your Clock by It
Dear Diary, Of course, you already understand the reasons why I can't write about anything new and exciting.But just in case somebody finds this diary of mine a hundred years from now, let me explain.
First of all, I live in a place where nothing is new.Our house is old, our truck is old, even the stove where Dad cooks our meals is as old as the hills.It's a big, black cast iron contraption that Grandma Kate says has been hereever since she was a little girl. That's a long time!
Grandma Kate grew up here with her parents, and after she married my Grandpa Bill, they came back here to live.My dad has lived here his whole life, except for a few years when he was in the navy.Dad says that after sailing the whole wide world, he has never seen a place as splendid as Lazy Acres.Now he's a farmer, just like my grandparents and their parents were.He grows vegetables for the local market and herbs for the best dining establishments in Center City, about 30 miles up the road.
Center City is where Grandma Kate lives now. She's so lucky.She lives in a snug little townhouse that's as bright as a brand new copper penny.There are shops and bakeries right across the street, and the bus comes right to her front door!Whenever I visit, I watch the tall buildings light up at night like candles on a birthday cake.The sound of the traffic reminds me of an orchestra tuning up.Sometimes a shiny limousine passes by. It's noisy but exciting, too.
Not like here, where the only sounds I hear all evening are the chirping of cricketsand the deep, low chorus of frogs coming from Green Pond.As for a skyline, we don't really have one - just the endless silhouette of rolling hills.I do like to sit out on the porch sometimes with Mom and Dadand watch the sky slowly change color from robin's egg blue to smoky blue, then deep violet and finally, inky black.
While Mom and Dad chat about what she's been up to at the office in town-she keeps the accounts for Carson's Camera Store - I watch the stars coming out, one by one.No matter how carefully I watch, there always seems to be a momentwhen they go from just a few twinkles here and there to thousands everywhere.
Lazy Acres is not a bad place to live, I suppose. I like it when we take picnics to Green Pond.I have to laugh when Matthew, who is not yet two years old,points to a hummingbird outside the kitchen window and shouts "Buzzy Bird!"I even enjoy feeding those silly ducks and chickens every morning before I go to school.I can never be in a bad mood when three comical ducks are waddling after me quacking like car horns.
Or when I am gathering eggs the color of tea and grass and skyand I set them into the same basket my grandmother used when she was my age.Still, these are just little things, aren't they?Not exactly the stuff you see in movies, that's for sure.
So how am I supposed to come up with an essay on the theme of "New and Exciting"?When you live in the country, it's the same old thing season after season.As Dad says, you can set your clock by this place. He likes it that way.
So does Mom. She says that after working in town all day, it's a real treat to come home to peace and beauty.Well, it's peaceful all right. We don't have a TV.We tried it once, but the picture never did come in right.So now I only watch TV when I visit Grandma Kate.
