It's nearly the close of October and fall just keeps on coming. The trees are blazing with color; everything underfoot goes "crunch, crunch."
Peter and I spent the weekend close to home. Our free hours were filled by long walks around the neighborhood, making a few prints from collected leaves, weeding the small strip of garden next to our patio, potting some evergreens and chatting with neighbors.
Linda (aforementioned neighbor and Open Mic organizer) has a friendly exchange going with us. After she lent us her stock pot for our tomato endeavor, we returned it with a jar of sauce and a note of thanks. A few days later we found a squatty silver pot and a note on our door step: "Thought this would help with your cooking addiction. Lids are 99 cents at Goodwill." Yesterday afternoon, she brought over a little boxwood, some grasses, and a spidery climber from her backyard.
Clearly, now it's our turn to reciprocate with a neighborly favor. Perhaps, dear reader, you have a good suggestion. Toss out an idea and I'll keep you posted on this budding relationship.
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