One of the (many) advantages (and benefits) to living on the edge of nowhere is the neighbors. Probably not neighbors in the same way you think of them, but neighbors none-the-less. We can see the house of one neighbor from our house (if you go out into the front yard), and the house of another neighbor if you go up to the road and the corn or sorghum has been harvested. And some of our neighbors are seven or eight miles away, but we are all still neighbors. Neighbors out here share things; we share eggs when we have them, figs when the picking is good, honey when we were keeping bees. Kind words are shared more than anything, and waves when we pass any of them (and strangers, too) on the roads. People in trucks wave more frequently than people in cars. The neighbors share with us too; most recently cantaloupes (some ordinary ones and some not so ordinary), corn, beans, little pound cakes, cookies, peaches, whatever is in season. Sharing is good, and that is one of the things that make the drives back and forth worthwhile.Deeds, Actions, Changes, RINDS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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