There is a row of houses on the route where I take my grandson to the park. These aren't just any houses. They are older, well-kept houses. I am in awe of how lovely the paint looks and the porch decorations, the flower gardens and the lawns. Loving hands were very busy to make them all look so nice. Along another street, perpendicular to the row of neat houses are places where the trees are just shedding their spring attire. At the peak of their time, they were gorgeous. Now I want to stop and think of these little streets in a small town in Michigan. I wonder how many such streets there are all over the United States. I know times are hard, especially here in this state. All the more reason to appreciate and enjoy those who do have houses and who keep them so lovely.
On the nightly news, we hear of murders in the cities. We hear of tragic national news. It can't be helped. It makes me happy to know that somewhere, there are people who can go about their daily lives and carry on and give joy to others, just by taking care of what they have.
Little towns. Happy homes. Busy people. Just some of the little things that make our country great.