|picturesque chez Kincaid|
|a community hall for a real community|
Like a hearty wave from a neighbour on the highway (because in the country one does not pass another human, known or unknown, without acknowledging her presence, how rude would that be?) I read my friend Katherine's blogpost tonight about the saving grace of small communities, especially those with whom one had early acquaintance.
By way of returning the wave, here are some views of the village to calm the city heart, and make looking forward to the weekend that little bit sweeter.
I only wish that the photos, like the village, looked a bit more like spring. A bit of forsythia, would it be too much to ask?
|Kayaks? Surely not.|
Happy almost weekend at the Manse, folks - and everywhere, everyone.