when my brother called from afghanistan this morning, we pulled off the picturesque backroad to talk rather than risk losing cell phone coverage and playing a really, really, really long distance game of telephone tag. mountains wrapped around us, brown leaves danced to the tune of wind blown by bare trees, and right there just a few feet away, water poured from a small pipe, splashing on a rock before freezing on the ground.
the hand painted sign above the re-routed waterfall read: “Please help yourself to our water . . . but Please don’t litter.”
now that’s what i call hospitality.
southern hospitality, since we’re in nc, y’all.
aw, that just makes me smile. xoxo
isn’t it sweet? to think that somebody took the time . . .
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Jeanne Hewell-Chambers, BS, MA/TLA
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How sweet! And I love how pretty they made that sign.
That is awesome. It reminds me of this, which I stumble across in Lake Geneva last summer: http://www.themiraclepath.com/Welcome.html
Oh Noel, what a treasure that link is. Thank you for sharing it. It feeds my soul, my aspiring soul, my questioning soul. And I have an idea of how I want to decorate my fence! xo
why am I not surprised that your daughter touches lives in this way?
ya’ll are amazing..
takes amazing to know amazing, sugar.