We are blessed with very good neighbours here. Not the sort of neighbours you would have coffee with, but those that would help you out in a crisis...be there in your time of need. Mrs 'B' and I will often have a chat over the garden fence,about the meaning of life, healthy food, or forthcoming events in our lives. Mrs 'B' has never had much interest in gardening. She often has said to me "Don't give me any plants, I will only kill them." We have exchanged views and accepted each other, and the differing opinions.
I was in the garden this morning and Mrs 'B' called over "Cheryl, I have a present for you."
I walked over and a trug of beautiful vegetables and strawberries greeted me. "These are for you, you have inspired me." The said lady had tears in her eyes, and I had a lump in my throat. This is the sort of gift you can never buy. Fruits and vegetables nurtured by an individual, a labour of love. Picked, and carefully arranged in a trug and given with feeling. Mrs 'B' has found her niche....not for her pretty flowers.....or a wildlife sanctuary....but in the veg and herb garden. Does it matter where, as long as we are in touch with the soil and getting our hands dirty.
Mr. P and I had a lovely lunch with good home grown produce, as fresh as you can get, and given with a good heart. Mrs 'B' thank you, you really made my day.