Welcome To Da Hood

As you pull off the main road you then enter a small neighborhood. The original neighborhood has smaller homes that appear to have been built in the 70's or 80's. It's sweet. Most of the homes appear to have couples near to our age and I don't generally see many children. BUT, the trick or treating in this area is GREAT! Every home participates.



The road climbs upward, as do most of the homes in the Roanoke vicinity since we are after all in the Blue Ridge Mountains. This poor tree is always one of the very first in the neighborhood to lose all of it's leaves and do the naked dance of autumn. It's a wonder he's not red with embarrassment.



Just where the road begins a much sharper ascent it turns into a private road.... so when the winter winds blow, We, the homeowners on this lovely little hill are responsible for clearing our own snow. It's a pain for all the hubbys, but most own tractors with blades or buckets attached so it's never a problem in getting our street cleared so we wives can still get out and be able to shop. Cuz that's what spoiled country wives do. We shop. It's a sport that keeps us moving from store to store burning off those unwanted calories. The faster we shop, the more calories we.... well, you get the picture.



Once you get up here you round this pretty little curve. This is the one the neighbor boy drives too fast making it a teeny bit dangerous, so I creep up to it in hopes that he's home popping his teen-age pimples or doing whatever else it is that teenage boys do on a regular basis. (icky) This curve ALWAYS has pot holes. ALWAYS, so if you come to visit make sure you have good shocks on your car.



So having maneuvered the turn safely..... you then do a swoosh....



Followed by a small free fall down this hill. Fun, huh.



During mid free fall crank your head a bit to the left.



And you'll see our mountain. I call it ours because I don't know who owns it, and since I haven't yet heard who claims it I intend to keep calling it ours. Mine Mine Mine. Actually I think it belongs to the bears, possum, snake and deer in the area.



Now, wave everybody... Say "Helloooooo", because there's a house up on that hill ahead that hides behind all those Fruit Loop colored leaves. The only time you can see it is after all the leaves are gone in the late fall until mid spring when the leaves return and hide it from view once again. Not sure who lives there... must be a hermit.



Ooookay... now hit the brakes of your fine four wheeling Mercedes Benz and here we are.



Look, it's home!! Whew, that was quite a drive but I'm so glad you made it here. Let's drink some cider on the front porch and call it a day and then tomorrow I'll take you to another neighborhood with sweet autumn views that will make you ooh and aah.... Okay? Now quit complaining about having hit every pot hole in our fine, fine road and drink yer cider.