It's okay to call someone before 8 a.m.
The nearest florist might be an hour away- and they are still willing to deliver.
Friends and neighbors drop in without call or pretense and unload homemade meals, pies, cakes, and other goodies in sympathy (much more than even a large family could ever eat!).
The bank sends a card of sympathy and the school district sends flowers.
Sometimes I forget my roots, when my normal and usual life in VA preoccupies me. As we have been at the farm for a few weeks now, I'm recognizing some differences between where I live now and were I lived in my previous life!
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Isn't it amazing how much we took the closeness of the community for granted while we were growing up? Or at least I did. Guess it's something you don't notice and fully appreciate until you move away, to bigger, unfamiliar places.
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