Today Liam and I came home (late, I had a work dinner) to May baskets on the front porch. So. Very. Sweet. Did you do that when you were a kid? Make May baskets? We did and ran them all around the neighborhood every year. So, Liam learned the May Basket Song, and I had the following conversation with our across the street neighbor when I went out to get the mail and he was getting in his car to go somewhere.
(Shouted, in a neighborly way.)
Me: Hey! Do we have you to thank for our May Baskets?
Him: May Baskets? Don't look at me.
Me: Really?
Him: Wait? Small baskets of flowers? I might have heard something about that. You ring the doorbell and run?
Me: Exactly, it's good practice for all kinds of things. Thank you.
I love my neighborhood. I am so blessed and lucky and thankful to live here, with these good people all around me.
2 comments:
You do have wonderful neighbors and the baskets are beautiful!
I have never heard of May baskets - they sound lovely! What a great place you live in.
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