Yesterday afternoon a friend and her two granddaughters stopped by to give me a little basket with crook neck squash and cherry tomatoes and a bouquet of flowers, all from my friend's back yard. What a charmingly old fashioned act of kindness! My friend is instilling in the girls the gift of sharing. Included was a lovely card, with best wishes for me. There was no occasion, and they did not know I have quite a rash until they saw me. The most delightful thing about their act was that it had no reason - just old fashioned neighborliness.
I asked them how their visit had gone and wished them a safe trip back on the plane, and felt my day rescued from itching and grogginess from benadryl to quite a lovely warm feeling.
There used to be that old manipulative commercial "Say it with flowers". Yes, it was a calculated guilt trip inducing aim at our vulnerabilities, but it was taking advantage of a truth: flowers cheer up everyone and the effort to be so considerate is almost always appreciated. But how much better that this basket of goodies came from the garden which my friend worked and weeded and watered and nurtured. I truly know the effort involved in this gift.
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