“What’s Maci barking at, Megan?” Maci is not a barker. She’s not a big dog. Yet every now and then, she lets out her big dog bark.
“It’s Nolan, Mom! Nolan is running around in our yard and Sam is chasing him. He’s so cute, Mom.” Megan is always taken by the cuteness of 18 month old Nolan out and about in the neighborhood.
Maci lets out a few more big dog barks and I head to the front door to check out the scene.
As soon as I see Nolan, waddle-running around, I reach to unlock the door so Maci can get out and play. Maci heads straight to Nolan. He stops and points his chubby fingers and Maci’s tail waves in the air like a feather duster.
Megan follows us and there on the front lawn a small spontaneous socially distant gathering has commenced. We play with Nolan, entertaining him with chalk and soccer balls. Our efforts hold Nolan’s attention for about 30 seconds, then he’s off waddle-running on those 18 month old legs. Megan’s right, he is so cute.
Moments later, Eileen and Chris, walking Forest, appear around the corner and then they, too join the front lawn gathering. Billy hears the conversation and random screams out of one 18 month old and he halts his work and joins.
Despite the late morning heat, no one was in a rush to go anywhere, except maybe Forest who stared at Eileen, with eyes urging her to get back to the walk and Nolan who insisted on having Sam chase him down, repeatedly.
Yes, there on my front lawn, was neighborly living at its’ finest.