If I ever feel like staying home but still being vaguely social, all I’ve got to do is dabble about in the front yard, particularly in spring. There’s always someone going somewhere and quite often a few of them are feeling vaguely social too. Or at least the plants I’ve festooned the place with prompt folks to share a few words.
The other day a woman stopped to ask whether my manly cohort had seen To Kill a Mockingbird. She said our house reminds her of the one in that movie. When I heard about this I was delighted. Then I started to wonder: Which house!?! Boo Radley’s? This would actually be quite fine to me, since this is a distinct and slightly spooky house (says she who made the window trim “the color of death,” according to another passerby many years ago)