I am reblogging this post from my old blog. Something Joey (a very cool blogger you should definitely be following https://jolenemottern.com/) said in a comment made me think of the day I wrote this post. It ties in with the post and the comments left on my blog about the house I lived in when we moved to Ohio.
I am a creature of habit. I generally maintain the same routine and take the same route to places I frequently visit. On my route to the grocery store, I fell in love with the adventures of a little girl whom I would never know. I fell in love with her because even passing by her in a moving car I could feel her energy and her spirit.
This charming little spirit lived in a small house in one of the older neighborhoods in my town. Her house was in need of a new coat of paint and the chain-link fence was wavy in appearance where I’m sure at one time it stood rigid and straight. At the front corner of the fence, there was a small tree – leggy from lack of pruning. At the height of its bloom, the leaf spread was still sparse. Between the small tree…
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