Neighborliness lives

When I got home from work today I found this plate of cookies on my doorstep.

It came with a note inviting us to the annual neighborhood picnic. Did I just emerge from a ’50s TV show? I’m only kidding. I think it’s so sweet that our neighbors want to get to know us and feel like a gesture of kindness is the best way to get started. It’s actually the second time a neighbor has left us baked goods. I’m telling you, just when you think you want to leave a place it slaps you in the face and begs you not to go.

First tomatoes of the year

Our tomato plants just took a major beating from one of the windiest storms I’ve seen in a while. Once of our neighbors (who has an absolutely gorgeous house) woke up to find a massive tree toppled onto their roof and through the windows of a side room. If that could happen, our poor little tomatoes hung on pretty impressively.

Anyway, the first to turn were these yellow pears.

They’re bigger than I imagined they would be, but quite tasty just split in half with a little salt sprinkled on. I’m dying for the others to finally turn from green to purple, orange and red. The ones at the farmers market are good, but they’re still not as good as home grown.