the cassandra pages

Yesterday, not only did I notice how comfortable I felt being in my neighborhood, in front of my home, but one of my gardener friends came by as we were working and he ended up staying for quite a while, chatting, watering my plants, meeting our cat, talking about garden plans. A woman asked questions, which I easily understood, and I was able to answer her in French. I’m becoming, somehow, incredibly, local.

From the cassandra pages.