We are so lucky to live in a small town. Our knitting group was featured in our local paper, The Progress. I was the first girl to deliver the paper when I was in grade 6. I took 71 papers to the trailer court next door after school on Wednesdays, mostly in wind and rain.
Our reporter has been to our house to take photos of our kids in their kilts for band events, followed them at music festivals and joined us for our Festival Chorus practices. She is a great photographer, and I like her writing, too.
Tonight we will gather at Starbucks and laugh about the photo and bump into neighbours who will remark on it.
I expect scarves will start falling out of the sky. Because that's the kind of town we live in.