Right, right. So there you go.
And while we’re talking about glorious deep rosy reds like that–a return doorbelling, plum jam, a surprised plum-tree-owning neighbor, a protest of “But you didn’t have to do that!”, a response of “But may I?”
And then I got invited out to their garden. Squashes were picked and I was gifted right back again.
My kind of neighbor wars.
Oh, and–they showed me a large leaf, quite shredded; insects, I thought, and a bad case at that. Birds, they corrected me: they’d liked it for their nests. (They clearly thought that was pretty cool, actually.)
Meantime, my black squirrel climbed a tree and stared at my being somehow on the wrong side of the fence. What are you doing over there?!
Speaking of squirrels–
One of the things about the pot is I can haul it inside when I’m not around to give those squirrels The Look. It is the funniest thing to see one of them stop dead in their tracks and even sometimes turn tail. You don’t mess with the momma here. You can have sunflower gleanings, but the tomatoes, those are mine.
I’d share them with the neighbors when they ripen but they’ve got their own ahead of me.