I had a neighbour who everyone disliked because he was a crotchety old man who didn't like people and would grimace rather than smile at you. However, I found out that he loved to garden and was, in fact, a retired plantsman. I went along to see him one day with the excuse of asking him a question about one of my trees. It broke the ice. We remained good friends until he died and I would cook him meals or bake for him, do a little housework or just sit and chat. He gave me lots of good advice and helped my with everything garden related. He wasn't a nasty, old man just a very lonely and isolated one and I really miss having him in my life.
Ronni, I am also a firm believer in paying it forward. The world gives us such good reminders to keep our energy positive. I bet those stones look lovely as an edging. Eileen, love your story about the old man. Many of my plants came from an elderly woman who lived across the street when we first moved into our home. Your story reminded me of her. I love all the stories.
