These are the houses of my hometown. Suburban Minnesota. Nice mature trees, big unfenced yards, not many sidewalks to speak of. And this is the house of another wonderful couple of old friends of my parents', and they still keep an eye out for my mom, bringing her communion on Sundays and dropping off dinner for her. They took her out to eat often after my dad died. It feels proper to be painting their house.
It looks like another friendly place. I think that's a little angel sitting on the front step...
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