Tag Archives: rural life

Warning signs are helpful.

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The little Maine town in which we live is a wonderful place.

Small and quiet. Rural and filled with family farms.

It’s a peaceful, sparsely populated area surrounded by the natural beauty of water, woods, and wildlife.

The people are salt of the earth, always willing to lend a hand or a dollar. There’s a marvelous sense of community here … we look out for each other.

Which is evidenced by the new sign the town put up just outside of the village, down the road from the pub.

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Beware of drunken pedestrians.

A helpful warning to be sure.

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I love my town.

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I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that living in a rural town with numerous family farms, our local food bank would benefit from the bounty.

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But the quality and quantity of selection in our little bank makes my heart burst with pride.

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New Englanders have a reputation of being stand-off ish and cold but I’ve always known my Maine neighbors to be kind and generous of spirit, always willing to help their community.

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Look at those full shelves.

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And in case you’re worried about Fido and Fluffy?

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We have an organization that feeds them as well.

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And if that doesn’t put a smile on your face when thinking of my town, maybe this will.

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Feeding seemed to work. And they were happily reunited with their owners before long.

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Damn. So am I!

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