The Great Book encourages us to love our neighbour.
Maybe in biblical times, they didn't have brilliant neighbours like ours though.
I don't need to rely solely on scripture to help me to appreciate what's across the street, down the road or over the fence.
I've got this kinda reminder :
I returned from Relay For Life on the weekend to be greeted by this great big palm
(don't take my word for it's 'classification' - botany bores me)
at the front door.
Attached was a note :
Hi guys,
Sorry about the palm damage to your plant at the back.
Hope this can be a replacement.
Cheers, Julie & Gary (over the back!)
While we were camping recently, the neighbours did a little (lot of) pruning.
We found some large palm fronds in our back garden and put them onto the verge for the upcoming make your street look derelict roadside collection.
And didn't think about it again.
In fact, a couple of days later I tutted the dog for killing the plant pretty much right where the palm fronds had been.
(I'm one switched on operator.)
And didn't think about it again.
(These thumbs aren't even tinged with a hint of green.
Plants die here. Human life goes on. Awful, I know.)
Until the arrival of the much-larger-than-the-last-plant gift at the front door.
The neighbour gods have been ridiculously kind to us.
We can unashamedly brag that we live in the best street this side of that Ramsay one.
Nothing to do with market value or location
- just the immeasurable heart that beats around here.
As long as Hubby isn't coveting thy neighbour's wife, we'll be here for eternity.
Shar :-)
