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I love my town.
We’re small, rural and delightfully quirky. It’s all about community and neighbors helping neighbors.
Our food bank serves home cooked meals on pick up day and has coffee and pastries for patrons .
Our recycling barn has a “gift shop” where everything is free.
The farmer’s market is a great place to support local businesses, buy organic produce, bring home handmade goodies…. and now?
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Apparently you can partner with a cabbage or eggplant and cut the proverbial rug.
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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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Cruising my small town’s Facebook page today, I discovered an invitation.
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I wonder if adults are allowed?
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I do love a good goat encounter.
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We’ve had a lot of mushrooms lately, but never one with dead tribble hair.
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Teachers. They educate our children and at times, take on the role of surrogate parents.
Scooping poop should not be part of their job description.
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River's world..... 