Living one year over

Yesterday I was just sort of reminiscing about some things and thinking about different years of my life. Then I asked myself, what year of my life would I like to live over?

My childhood years? Forget them if possible. Surely none of my teenage years is worth replaying. None of the years of my first marriage are happy rerun material either. But the first year Mr. Pop and I had our first house, now that one’s worth popping popcorn and enjoying all over again.

We didn’t have two cents to rub together for anything but necessities, but we had so much fun. We weren’t even married yet but we bought the house together. The neighborhood wasn’t very developed yet so it was common for us to see foxes, opossums, raccoons in our yard on any given night.

We had all sorts of snakes too. The coral snake was the only dangerous one and they were fairly rare. We built nesting boxes for birds out of scrap lumber and then we watched those boxes become homes for screech owls, fly catchers and two different types of woodpeckers.

Our total entertainment was our working in our flower gardens and watching all out fur and feathered neighbors.

We can no longer create some of what we had then due to the total over development of the neighborhood and the destruction of the tall pines by the three hurricanes. Most of the fur friends were forced to move on and we’ve no place to hang nesting boxes anymore.

Thank goodness we have that year of memories to play over and over whenever we want. It was a wonderful time.