Monday, April 28, 2014

THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE


Not being a tall person I usually hang things within reach. And sometimes this creates problems for the people around me that are taller. Because our house is the way it is, you can not hang anything from it, on the outside. So... years ago I used the lower branches of a backyard pine tree to house all my wind chimes. I must have had a dozen or more dangling there. I loved it because each one had a different tone and when the breeze came through... it was like a symphony playing. Unfortunately the height of the chimes became an issue when my husband was cutting the grass. They were so low they hit him in the head. Needless to say, this made him an unhappy camper. And he would tug at the ones bothering him the most and they would sometimes fall to the ground. I would then pick them up and re-attach them to the tree. On a windy day, I had the same problem, though... on the ground they would go. Over time it just became too big of a hassle to keep doing it. So the sweet music of the chimes faded from my yard. At first it made me sad, then I got used to the sounds of silence. The other day I happened upon a display of wind chimes and I felt that old tug of my heart. I left without one, but I'm tempted to go back and buy one... to start my collection all over again. What do you think??? Is it worth the trouble or not?