They lined the road to my grandparents farm. They were a vivid memory of my childhood. Now they line the rural roads here Just West of Nowhere. I could almost see my grandma on her front porch every time I drove past them. It’s her birthday. I think she would have been 110 years old.
Wife, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend. Left the comfort and convenience of living in town after 50 something years to live Just West of Nowhere. Why? Not sure, but working on it.
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