It's hard to explain what makes living in Keatington so extraordinary.

It's not that we have the most luxurious homes in Oakland County—we don't.

And it's not that we live in Orion's most prestigious neighborhood—it's not that, either.

And it's not just the wide-open green spaces that make you breathe a little deeper or when we post that the frogs are chirping, announcing spring. It isn't just waiting for drivers to get back in their car after stopping to walk a turtle across the road to the pond, and it isn't paying the kids down the street a few bucks to mow your lawn. It's not only the sighting of a bald eagle soaring over the islands in the lake making you stop in your tracks and point it out to the boaters, and it's not just the tinkling sounds of the laughter of children playing outside. It's not that we wave at people we don't know because they waved at us first. It isn't just the smell of barbecue roasting at the beaches or the comforting smell of campfires through the neighborhood at night.

No, it's not any one of those things. It's all of those things. It's our culture.

Keatington is where we already live our better days.