Regular readers of this blog (yes, there are a few) will recall that I am not noted for my keen powers of observation, but I was still rather startled, on today’s walk, to see that one of the rental houses around the corner from us was suddenly pale lime green. There are two of these houses, both fairly small cottages, both stucco, and they do tend to change color occasionally, but I could have sworn that, as recently as yesterday, this one was still indigo (its mate is still salmon-pink).
Yes, the house is small, and the relatively smooth surface, which can be painted with a roller, makes painting a relatively simple job, but it’s still hard to believe this was an overnight transformation. Admittedly, I didn’t walk past the house Thursday or Friday (though I did drive past), and I do vaguely recall that when I passed yesterday my attention was diverted by some people from the management company in the driveway (I thought perhaps they were showing the house, which is currently vacant), but I just can’t believe that the change in color, which was so dramatically remarkable today, could have been overlooked all those other times I passed, even if I was lost in thought.
It is experiences such as these that make me wonder how much else I am overlooking on my walks (and in life).
