For as long as I can remember being in Panama City ~ as a child and as an adult ~
I have always loved this particular stretch of road for the trees that hang over it.
Old oak trees that I'm sure could tell many stories.
|There once was an old house off to the right where that mail box is.|
I day dreamed about buying it and living there.
|Oak trees and wild purple wisteria.|
There aren't any streetlights on this stretch of road.
I bet it is really creepy at night.
|Wild white wisteria.|
|The property has been listed for sale for a while now as a proposed housing development.|
23 acres for less than what a house would cost in some areas of town.
I would love to be able to buy it, and turn it into a shelter for abused dogs.
|I would call it "Annie's Acres."|
Fenced in and underbrush mostly cleared,
a place for unwanted hunting dogs to run and be loved.