Thursday, August 18, 2011

Knock Knock

Yesterday morning was a busy start to a long day. We have a special event coming up in a few weeks (more about that later) and are chipping away at the to do list in preparation. I decided to get some baking out of the way seeing as my best friend was also out of the way on his early morning bike ride. It's 7:00 am, I'm up to my elbows in cupcake batter, the kitchen is dusty with flour and iTunes is cranking out the Wood Brothers on my laptop. There's a knock at the door, I shout out "Come on in" (wondering who on earth is here at this time of day). My neighbor Ruth walks in, she has a mixing bowl in her arms and is stirring away at the contents. "Debbie (I'll have you know there are very few I let call me that and most of them are into their 8th decade), do you have any cinnamon? I'm making a pie with the drops from that tree across the street and I need a teaspoon of cinnamon". I answer with a "Good morning, Ruth" and sprinkle a teaspoon of cinnamon onto her apples in the bowl. She walks back out the door uttering, "I'm glad you get up early".


  1. Ahhh... we love our neighbors do we not ?


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