Something clicked in my kitchen. It wasn't the clock on my stove. "Oh, no! Something's torn up again," I moaned.
I noticed the little solar-powered flowers on the windowsill waving their hands. Click. Click. Click. The daisies were dancing a jig in the sunshine.
I smiled and thought it would be a good day. I heard a mower humming. I glanced out the window and our neighbor pulled into the drive.
Mr. Wimpey asked if we needed any fresh vegetables:
Tomatoes red as rubies,
the aroma of hot peppers,
visions of fried okra!
"Oh, yes! We would love some vegetables," I said. I was grateful that our neighbors had thought of us and had graciously shared their garden produce with us.
Until recently, Mama raised a garden every year. She enjoyed sharing her vegetables with family and friends.
As she said, "There's nothing like stepping out your back door and picking fresh vegetables from the garden.
Thanks to our good neighbors, we can still savor fresh, mountain-grown vegetables straight from the garden.
I had a feeling it would be a good day, and it was a great day!
11 comments:
Hi Brenda Kay. I was thinking of you and your Mother last week and the beautiful part of the mountains you live in. My old Truett McConnell College roommate has moved to Blairsville. Her daughter (along with her husband and baby) left last week to be missionaries in the Philippines.
I know your mama misses having her own garden but it is so thoughtful of the neighbor to share with you. I love fried okra better than anything! I also love a slice of tomato sprinkled with black pepper in a biscuit, too!
I know you both look forward to Autumn in your neck of the woods. I am on a long blog break due to John's diabetes but I'll be checking in with you.
Please give my regards to your mother and you two have a blessed evening. Mildred
That is a fine neighbor indeed Brenda. I'm so glad we still having such good neighbors to share their bounty and help when needed.. I hope you and your mother are having a nice summer. Tell her hello for me.
You made me appreciate even more the blessings and flavor of summer !
Good Morning Brenda!
Good neighbors are a real blessing. The vegetables look wonderful.
We have only one neighbor/house near us, but that is changing quickly as property on one side and the back is being developed.
Have a great day!
There is great joy in sharing. I'm sure your mother gave away things from her garden; now it's her turn to receive.
That is great to have such good neighbors! We have good neighbors here, too, even in the city. Those right around us have all been here thirty years or more. We know each other and we watch out for each other. It's a blessing! Glad you have fresh vegetables! I can almost smell those squash cooking.
Brenda, this is a lovely piece and beautiful photos. Fresh produce from the garden is the very best. You are indeed lucky to have such generous neighbors.
Hello Brenda,
I was pleasantly surprised to find you while looking up the genealogy of our family. I know this is off topic but if there is any information you can provide me with, it would be greatly appreciated. I believe our Great x7 grandfather was one of three brothers who came from Latchford England in 1738. I believe we descended from William or Henry Ledford. Do you know of any Civil war records for their grandsons? Thank you ahead of time.
Sincerely, Gregory Dale Ledford
Ledford71@gmail.com
Love the photos, Brenda. Thanks to a friend, I had squash recently - my one from my plant and two from my friend's garden. But my tomato plant is making pretty good. Nothing tastes or smells like a fresh tomato just pulled off the vine.
Your blog is beautiful. So glad your neighbor brought over the vegetables. That is the kind of neighbor to have and to be.
I'll take everything you can share with us...except for the okra.
What a wonderful neighbor to have given you some of his bounty. Wonderful. And enjoy. The photos [especially the tomatoes on the sill, ripening] are super.
Hi Brenda,
Very artistic. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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