Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Day 39: Parking Place


My parking place next to the post office where we pick up our mail daily. Our town is too small for house delivery, so the post office is the place to run into neighbors galore....

2 comments:

LauraLiz said...

My grandmother was the postmistress in our little town for years and years. She knew everything, let me tell you!

Susanne Barrett said...

Yep, and so does Hilde, our postmistress. We bring her a bag of Keith's homemade toffee every Christmas--she expects it now. ;)