I was mostly thinking about our neighbors Ron and Donna. They lived on the street long before we all came in the 90's. Donna is in a wheel chair and Ron works a full time job and then comes home and takes care of Donna. And of all of us. While the rest of us plant our heirloom tomatoes and our striped eggplant, only to have them all end up with blossom stem rot, Ron plants his usual crops of tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and watermelon. Then he picks big bags full and delivers door to door. Yesterday I gushingly asked him for the name of the fabulous tangerine tomato we have been dining on all week. They both looked at me like I was mad and said it's low acid. But what's it's name I asked again, low acid they told me pityingly Oh. Guess I'll never fine out the name of the fat yellow cucumber that tastes like it's already been pickled.
(This may be our only yellow squash, let's hear it for the girls)
And they love the Lab. She popped out her hip on Friday and has done a lot of resting and a very little 3 legged hopping since then. Donna came over yesterday with a treat and some encouraging words for Nika. Today she had a box of Frosty Treats and a card for her.
I don't know if they have a computer, but they have a police scanner. Donna is our own neighborhood watch. We don't discuss politics and I have never heard the word organic pass their lips.They are not one bit cool. They are something better than cool, they are kind.
And we are very lucky to have them as friends and neighbors.
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