One of my favorite places to sit at my house is out on my patio. I spend many, many hours there when the weather is warm and during the cold weather I long for the times when I can get back out and enjoy the fresh air and watching the activities, animals and people in the neighborhood. When the weather first starts warming up after the winter months I relish standing at the edge of my patio with my eyes closed and my face turned to the sun, just soaking up the warmth that is thawing the chill of winter. I know when I see the buds on the trees and the redbud across the fence getting it's little violet blooms that spring is starting to set in and regular warm weather isn't far away. Some patio days are better than others of course. Some days the heat might be too much to bear or the bugs might be bombarding, then other days you can have the sweet smells of nature wafting through the patio as the wind gently makes the wind chimes tinkle out their tune. I guess it is all in how you interpret things if it is a good patio day or not....*okie thinks she looks for interpretation in way too many things in her life*.
Patio sitting probably isn't that exciting to most people but I do get a few folks walking down the alley to watch, the squirrels that are playing, the robins building their nests...and even one time the wild parakeet that I tried to catch without success. Come to think of it the only thing I succeed at catching was a stone bruise from running on the gravel of the alleyway. Of course watching Lucy chase the squirrels is one of my favorite things to watch and if anyone would see me out there then they would likely think me crazy as I am laughing at something that no one else can see unless they are in the backyard with me.
I was sitting on my patio the other day, well late afternoon actually, when I saw two people going down the alley on motorized wheel chairs. I live not far from low income housing where a lot of people with disabilities live so seeing motorized wheelchairs in my neighborhood is a frequent sight. I wondered how they were going to fair when they got to the garage apartment across the alley as the dirt had been dug up recently and was likely soft. I watched the man go over the area, with his little dog following and the woman stop hesitantly.
Each time the woman would move her chair backwards the man would ask her "do you need some help?" and I would hear her say something but never could quite figure out what was being said. I was about to go to the back of the yard to see if there was anything I could do when I heard the man say "hang on sister, I'm coming". He moved his chair out of the way of the evidently fairly clear path in the alleyway and then he slowly got out of his chair. I could tell by the way he winced as he got up that it must be painful for him. He took the approximately 5 steps very slowly and then stepped around behind his sister's wheelchair. I heard him speaking to her and her nodding. At that time he gave a push and was able to assist her getting through the softened soil of the alley. I watched him walk behind her until she hit the pavement of the street, the little dog jumping up and down next to them like he understood what was going on and was so excited for the woman to be at the safety of the road.
As I got up and went to the edge of the patio I leaned against one of the posts and took a long deep breath, as I held my face to the sun I smiled, exhaled slowly and thought to myself "what a good thing to not only feel the warmth of the sun, but to see the warmth of love and support between a brother and sister". That was a good patio do for sure!