Although this might look like a house for one, it is actually the post office that served my small community when my mom was a youth.
I was reminded of this fact while attempting to photograph this building. My mom's childhood friend stopped in the middle of the small, country road to ask what in the world I was doing.
Thankful today for that small moment. The few minutes of, "hello/what are you doing/how are you doing/how's your mom and dad/how's that sweet Jack Russel of yours/you take care now", are what make this community what it is.
"Neighbors bring food with death, flowers with sickness, and little things in between."
To Kill a Mockingbird
Linking up with Teresa today......