Trimmed lawns, roses growing in profusion by neat fences, dahlias staked and tied. People who smile hello just because you are there. Quiet streets to meander without looking for cars.
I am surprised there is no sign at the gateway to Oberon bragging “Tidy Town Winner”.
Musing:
From A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
"O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:"
I am surprised there is no sign at the gateway to Oberon bragging “Tidy Town Winner”.
Musing:
From A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
"O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:"
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