#farmcountry
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The house that I grew up in is less than half a mile away, and I’ve lived in this same neighborhood all my life. There are a fair number of houses within a mile of me that have had the same family, in some cases the same people, living in them for 50+ yrs. The odd thing about that is, when I was a kid, my parents never actually introduced me to adults in the neighborhood, but they were always around and I knew their faces. I still know their faces, or their children/grandchildren. And I still don’t know their actual names or anything about them. And it gets odder, because many of them know me, maybe knew my parents when I was a kid, and they think I also know them. There is a substantial gap, though, between “That’s the lady who lives in the green house by the spruce trees” or “That’s the guy with the red truck who always waves when he drives by” and actually KNOWING them.
and it would feel awkward to ask, now!!
Yesterday evening an older man pulled over when I was walking up the road and expressed his sentiments on my father’s passing. He didn’t introduce himself. Why would he; he knew who I was so obviously I know him! When he drove away my daughter asked who he was. No idea! I should invite him to the memorial service - if I knew who he was or where exactly he lives.
Rural neighborhoods. Gotta love ‘em.
Hanging out in the pasture and more photos I’ve accumulated at the manor.
One last scenic gift from my train ride. 35 hours down, forty minutes to go. #doublerainbow #journeyhome #northeasterncolorado #rainbows #farmcountry #chasingrainbows (at Roggen, Colorado)
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a part of my little garden
Lake view ⛵
South Ealing Cemetery, London, England
Spring means flowers ☀️
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