Some days a post writes itself. Today is one of those days. And I'll warn you right now it's not very designer or even food related. Rather it's a about an idea that I've been mulling over the past few years.
I live in the house I was born in. Okay, not literally born in, but I spent the first two years of my life there. It was my grandmother's house (my dad was raised there too) and years later, when I moved back into the house as an adult to help look after my grandmother, the neighbours on all sides of us were the same as when I was a newborn.
Things are different today. Families moved on for work or school, the real estate market proved too tempting and homes were sold, and neighbours passed away. The families that have moved into the area seem to look at their homes as an investment rather than as part of something bigger. That's their right of course, but it's a shame.
Last week one of our neighbours, the mom and her 4 year old son, came to our front door with a couple of tomato plants. They were moving and wanted to know if we would like the plants. They'd seen our garden and figured we'd provide the tomatos with a good home. I accepted and wished them good luck in their new location.