Plonk, Plonk, Plonk...

...that is the sound we hear each day as the avid "pickle-ballers" play their sport with much enthusiasm.

Though we are parked across the pond from the pickle -ball court, the plonk, plonk, plonk sound can clearly be heard.

Thank goodness they don't start playing until 7:30 AM by which time, I have been awake already for an hour.