I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people.
I thought “this is what it is to be happy”
~Sylvia Plath
A sense of community is a powerful feeling.
I could imagine it might grow old, having people around you all the time, who have known you your entire life. When I have the wonderful, yet rare moments to share the present with people who have known me as a child and have watched me grow it feels very much like home.
Our parents laughed, cried and created memories together during a lifetime of summers. Carving out a legacy. Several of us, reunited over the years, carry on the legacy and nurture the bond of a passing generation. Exchanges and laughter, updates and photos keep us current in each other’s lives.
Sometimes I walk down the dirt road, as I have thousands of times in my life, and hum the theme song from the TV show “Cheers”. I relate to “where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came”.
My sense of community~
Value Cherish Honor Enjoy Home
Wendy Andrews 
8 year old Lili, who I have known since she was a twinkle in her moms eye visited with me today. I was touched when she said she could stay at my house forever and her mother, my cherished friend Tracey, said she always has a warm, cozy feeling while visiting my home. The feeling was described as being far away , as if on vacation and utterly happy and content . Maybe I am making a sense of ” community” for my loved ones and dear friends as you describe Wendy. You always make me stop, ponder, and smell the roses along the way. Love this photo, cheers and happy summer!