I don't have any neighbors that I can see. One family lives
straight up the hill, another lives to the right, up the hill and we share the
bottom of the driveway and another lives about a half mile away, around the
corner... and the river is across the road. But I must say I have the very best
neighbors around!
This past winter, one neighbor, Doug, sanded my driveway
(steep hill) just about any time he went by and the fire chief, Bernie, who
lives down the road to the west about a half mile, stopped by a couple times to
sand whenever he saw me outside shoveling/sanding. I had the flu and
didn't go to work for a week this winter. After a few days, my other
neighbor, Keith, pulled up my driveway and slowly got out of his truck. The
look of trepidation as he looked at the stationary car, the lack of tracks
to/from the door, was actually funny. He was checking to see if I was OK, and
was truly afraid that he was going to find out that I wasn't.
Which brings me to my latest good neighbor tale...
The other day, Doug and his wife came flying across my field
in a red pickup, with Dougie hollering helloooo as they came closer. They were
bringing me some venison to thank me for allowing them to use the back field to
pasture their horses. It's actually a good thing for me- the horses keep
the field down, Doug brush hogs it at the end of the summer and this year he
even spent an entire day clearing the back boundary and stone wall of brush.
And the very best thing- he brought his backhoe over and
plucked the 300+ lb. rock out of my veg garden that I couldn't move by myself.
Gives me more space to fill with plants!
Almost done with all the planting- waiting out the sprinkles
this morning to get the mowing done- then I get to weed and if the plants are feeling
photogenic- take some pics as well.
