One of the things I miss most about the some of the other neighborhoods I used to live in was the neighborly drop-by.
One was such a close knit neighborhood where everyone walked their dogs up and down our pretty, hilly, tree-filled street, always said hello, and if you didn’t recognize the person, you would stop and introduce yourself. Our next door neighbor’s kids would babysit mine when they were younger and we would dog-sit for them when they were away. I found myself taking walks just because it was fun to stop and chat with people as they were out in their yards. Or I would have my windows open so I could hear another neighbor playing his trumpet on a warm summer night.
Neighborhoods like that feel like you live among extended family. Such sweet memories!
This past week, as I was working from home, the doorbell rang. I’m thinking it must be the mail man but didn’t think I ordered anything from Amazon that week — I know I’m not alone in this way of thinking.
I open up the door to see none other than Abbey standing there with a great big smile. Who is Abbey? She is one of the people that is faithful in coming to our weekly Life Group bible study. She and her husband, Mike, have 2 delightful little boys.
Why was she there? Well she brought me sweet treats, of course! The night before was her turn to bring snacks to the study and one of the things she brought was a banana bread. By the time I noticed it was gone, I mentioned to her that I didn’t get a piece and it looked good because it had nuts in it – which I very much like.
She explains that she dropped by to bring me some banana muffins since I didn’t get any — how thoughtful is that?!
It completely took me by surprise, and it triggered a million thoughts in my head about how life used to be when I was more surrounded by a community of people. Usually it is hubby and I who bring goodies to people around us, but I do miss good old neighborly drop-bys.
Grateful for Abbey for thinking of us and now that I’m thinking of it, also grateful for our next door neighbors who bring us produce from their back yard from time-to-time.
I know you’re wondering how the muffins were. Yummy, as expected! I was lucky to have one of them because Graham ended up eating the rest!