Well, here I am...I guess it was inevitable that I would eventually join the blogging world, especially since I've been enjoying everyone else's blogs so much. I was talking with Alison the other day telling her of various goings-on and she noted that I had plenty of stuff for a blog, so she set one up for me and here I am. I don't have any photos yet, but we're working on that (I take lots of photos, but fortunately for all concerned, I'm not in any of them.)
A word about the name Where the Sidewalk Ends....it's NOT named for the George Strait song (Jonathan has been singing that ever since he heard the name of the blog). We have a really neat gas lamp in the front yard and it has a little plaque hanging on it that says "where the sidewalk ends" and the sidewalk does, literally, end and the end of the yard. I guess when the city was installing sidewalks this house was the last one on this side of the street and that's where the sidewalk stopped (even though there are a dozen more houses on this side of the street now, but no more sidewalk; so thus you have me (Mom) here where the sidewalk ends.
I will try and post fairly recently anything I think any of you would be interested in reading... so until next time...
Where the Sidewalk Ends-mom
