Please join me next Monday as I host this weeks Fun.
The subject: Show me in pictures or tell me in words what defines the place where you live.
I want to leave the interpretation open to include any possibility.
It could be a geographical phenomenon. For instance, when I was a child, the people who lived on our sloping hill could view the Olympic Mountain to the northwest and the majestic Mt. Rainier to the south east.
It could be a man made monstrosity. Do you come home from a trip and the shadow of a skyscraper beckons you.
Has the wind blowing from the feed lot given your small town a dusty or smelly reputation?
Is there a college or university close by that seasonally changes the way your world operates? Or maybe a winter influx of retired snowbirds?
Could it be the house at the left turn to the grocery store has turned into a junk yard?
Did a famous person put your town on the map?
Is there something about your neighborhood that makes it unique. Good or bad.
I'm looking forward to finding out more about the place you call home.
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(someone said this is a rerun -- so please forgive me! I must have missed it, as I haven't played Fun Monday every week this past year. Please sign up anyway and find something new to excite us.)
I am a grandmother, a wife, a mother, a sister, and a friend.
I know that a woman who will tell her age or her weight will tell anything. I won't tell mine, so you can trust me. I have a cat. I have a duster that I don't use.
The photo header is one I have taken of Gram's antique writing desk. My dust.