Sunday, our neighbor came over to share some of his garden pickings with us. It was the first time since he planted his large vegetable garden two years ago that he shared his harvest with us (he also told us there was a black bear reported in the area and in the woods behind us). He gave us an armful of sweet corn and a small cantaloupe (about the size of a softball). Last night we boiled the corn for an easy meal(followed by a lot of flossing). The cantaloupe was going to be breakfast the next day, I went to grab it and it was already rotted. I blamed the heat. The simple gesture was appreciated, we don’t see too many random acts of kindness from our neighbors. It’s nice to know after four year, we’re starting to be accepted into the neighborhood.