My neighbor to the right knocked on my door the other day-the neighbor I rarely see.
she teaches school, lives alone, spends weekends. . . who knows where?
But this week my neighbor came with a little dish of cherry cheesecake squares- she commented about the cinnamon rolls I brought her last month, and the zucchinni . . .
It was such a brief visit, but she shared a bit of herself with me. . . her parents were migrant workers; as a child she traveled every summer with her family from Laredo to Michigan to harvest crops.
And again she commented about the hopeful beginnings of my front yard vegetable garden, and I urged, "Please. . . just come and help yourself, any time!"
hmmm, I hope she takes me up on the offer.