For years, my family and I lived on a main street. I knew my neighbors but they had their lives and we had ours. When Gary and I moved to Vancouver, all that changed. My neighbors were my friends. When I was widowed, they made it their business to see to it that I wanted for nothing if they could help. I am so blessed. I live on a street with some of the nicest people you could ever meet. Here are Todd and Kathy Dixon seeing to it that the Camelia tree is trimmed and shapely. For those who have been reading my blog for a while, Todd is our Mr.Fixit. He the one responsible for my garage sink and shelves. Thanks to him, I can paint and dye out here, it's extended studio space.
Naturally, if the Dixons are tending my yard, then so is their buddy, Cooper. He thinks wherever they are is his and he barks to ward off all strangers which includes me and Muff. I asked him to pose for a picture and he obliged.
By some chance do you have relatives in Montana, Cooper? Here are some guys I met when I went to Kallispell in March. They send their respects and they want to tell you that you haevn't lived until you've met a bear and chased wild turkeys up a tree.