My last post was on blessings and it started me thinking about how I love the little town I live in. I have blogged about this before but it is a subject I never tire of. I was fortunate to have done some traveling before my husband’s accident and I loved every minute but there is no place like home. Although I love to travel I also love knowing that Dennis and I live in a pretty quiet, small rural town that takes care of the people that live in that town. I know all my neighbors and I know that I can run over to their house if I need something. We have an eye doctor (also a best friend) that will come to our house and take care of Dennis. You probably would not get that kind of service in a large city. Dennis's doctor has also made house calls when Dennis has been terribly sick and it is because he truly cares. Friends and people of this town help each other out and also lift each other up in prayer when we need them to. Some of the people that read this blog live a long way from us so I thought I would post a few shots of our town. The first one was taken by a friend, who lives about a block away named Velda. I loved this shot and asked her if I could post it.