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Small town living ~ It just feels good.
Just go in, take a seat, you know them and they know you.
Life here is peaceful and the way God must have wanted it to be.
breathe in fresh air…
my home… in my town … is my refuge.
Green is good, and it’s my favorite color. I do not like the color of concrete.
when the kid’s get married and come back with grand kids… they’ll need a place to “get away”.
Although we are not all farmers we live amongst them and can tell you that they are the salt of the earth.
There’s a sense of belonging, of people caring and knowing each other, even if just a little bit.
To be honest, I admit I would not choose this little place if I were driving across country seeking a town into which to move. It’s beauty is more evident in the eyes of those who live here.
I have seen and experienced it many times ~ that warm-hearted hospitality, loyal friendship and deep sympathy of this small town.
After all, it is contact and familiarity that help endear people and places to us.
As I write, I have only to glance outside my window to know this is home.
And there you are…
If this June night could talk….what would it tell the neighbors?
