I live in a friendly neighbourhood. If someone has a surplus, they share it with others. My breakfast grapefruit is from a box- full that a neighbour up the road puts outside his house each year.
Other people create gardens on the street. Here’s one, planted with new spring plants, brightening up the walk on the steepest part of the hill.
I give thanks to the unknown neighbours each time I pass by, on my way to the bus stop.
And, if I had a dog, I would have helped myself to these biscuits which were kindly offered outside someone else’s gate. I love the sign:
‘Free to all deserving canines!! Help yourself to a handful. There is nothing wrong with them – they just didn’t suit our Toby’s delicate constitution!’
I don’t know these neighbours, but I’m glad to live amongst them.