"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood", Mr. Rogers sang at the beginning of every episode of his childrens' television program. That's what I think when I head down the street of my neighborhood on a day like today.
I treasure the mountain view that we have, and I love our neighbors. I grew up in a neighborhood of people who cared about and for each other. Then my first neighborhood experience as a homeowner left a lot to be desired. I only knew my next door neighbor. That's it. It was very strange.
We moved here 11 years ago and were welcomed with open arms by everyone. It's a wonderful feeling to belong to a close-knit neighborhood.
I am reminded of this fun song from the 1960's, Little Boxes. It's a song about the development of suburbia and the conformist middle-class attitudes.
Even so, I love my neighborhood of little boxes.