We live beside a lady who watches our driveway like a hawk with the help of her dogs. No stranger wanders up our property without her letting me know.
Our other neighbors are garden wizards who bless us with jams, veggies and free use of their hot tub. We get eggs delivered from another neighbor and another neighbor floods us with kale that we eat all winter and he's always ready to lend a hand.
We have great neighbors and we try to be great neighbors too.
My wife and I pick up litter along the road and share our bounty of apricots and plums. We make sure everyone knows we have every tool imaginable should they need a PEX crimper or laser level. We also make a point of putting our giveaways at the end of the driveway before carting them off the thrift store or dump. Bits of wood, fencing and other odds and ends disappear quickly.
We live surrounded by people that know us and seem to like us, people that ask us for favors and grant us favors in return. We feel connected to this place. This isn't just somewhere we live, it's somewhere we belong...
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