Journal entry

A couple of days ago, Rod prepared his yard for winter (you remember Rod: the Hippie next door)? Today, whilst I was gardening in the back 40, Rod pokes his head over the fence: “Would you like some bulbs?” he asks. Would I like some bulbs? The few that he planted propagated so profusely that he had to thin them out. He was transplanting them to his backyard.

Then later, while the bread baked, I spent about an hour, maybe longer - shucking crab shells in preparation for the Crab Cakes we were having for dinner.

Out in the yard again and George flags me down from across the street. He mentions that his tomato plants are full of fruit, and did I know how to make Fried Green Tomatoes, so then of course, a discussion ensues. Unfortunately, his tomatoes are still too small to harvest, so I’ll be checking back with good ole George........in a few days.


 

In and out of the garden,

dirt under my fingernails,

bread baking,

Crab Cakes at the ready,

cavorting with the neighbors.

Yes indeed, 

 a wonderful day in the neighborhood.

 

Painting credit:

LYRICAL REALISM

Red Iris by Sesillie
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