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What an idea, to showcase art and craftwork in a neighborhood, for all to see, for all to admire. To share and to inspire.

Whenever it rained, I walked funny. I wore my rubber boots with pride. I liked to play in the ditch behind our farm where I caught tadpoles in spring. But when it rained, I clenched my toes inside my boots, in case a worm would accidentally find its way into my shoe. The logic of a child. My grandma let me walk funny, she knew I would grow out of it.

I knew they existed but didn’t know one was in my neighborhood, just a few houses down. While my husband and I are busy feeding the birds in our yard, our neighbor Tom ensures the birds find more than dried fruits and bird seeds.