Wil Wheaton is an interesting guy with an interesting blog. He writes very well, very vividly. I saw a recent post where he made this comment:
"There's some tree-trimming going on in my neighborhood, so the not-entirely-unpleasant drone of distant chainsaws underscores the bird's singing. For some reason, the sound of yard work always makes me feel secure, and brings to mind happy childhood sense memories that I can't see, but feel nevertheless."
I know exactly what he's talking about. I have many a strong and pleasant memory of waking up on soft spring weekend mornings to the hum of neighborhood lawn mowers. I've heard people complain that it's all noise pollution but to me it always seemed like a noise that belonged. And signified a nice day ahead of running around in the green grass of the neighborhood, under the canopy of tree leaves with its dripping inchworms, playing on the swingset, and enjoying kid-life to the fullest. Even then I knew it was idyllic, and I find myself drawn back to New Jersey to capture that feeling again.
Edited 4/10.