The other day my dad told me about the vegetable garden at the old folks’ home. He said his neighbors grow a lot but don’t eat much. So he’s swimming in tomatoes and squash.
After I got off the telephone with my dad, things started arriving from my neighbors.
A beautiful day in the neighborhood, indeed.
My neighbor Vern’s tomatoes and basil, on my deck.
My neighbor Nancy’s blackberry pie, on my deck.