Hummmmm.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr.
A medium-pitched hum without variation in tone buzzes throughout the complex.
The home and park-like setting belonging to my next door kids.
My home at 215, with gated courtyard in front, and stepped terraces in the back and side yards.
The weathered, arched gate connecting our two homes.
The canyon filled with olive trees below our homes.
The log cabin, built in 1934 and restored just before the pandemic, set at the base of the canyon above the gate that opens onto Maple Canyon, a favorite of strollers and joggers.
Hummmmm.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Worker bees populate every area.
Colorful flowers repotted into planters.
Garden light bulbs checked and replaced if necessary.
Trees trimmed.
Carpets cleaned.
Freezers filled.
Hummmmmmm.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Idling.
Stalling.
Starting.
Restarting.
Pumping.
Humming.
Busy worker bees.
Wedding day minus ten.
Hummmmmmm.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
