A lane always seems to have so many possibilties. I grew up reading L.M. Montgomery who probably gave me my love of lanes. Anne (from Anne of Green Gables) was always imagining all sorts of magical things related to lanes. Kinda easy to see why.
Here is the lane earlier this fall.
I have to remind myself to wander down a lane every now and then. A story just might lurk beyond the next bend.
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