So here I am. Sipping my morning instant java and trying very hard to empty my mind of agitating thoughts that I am very prone to having as of late.
Outside, someone called my name. It’s one of my neighbors.
This neighbor of mine is a rare gem. Always thoughtful and generous — presents during holidays and little unexpected somethings every once in a while.
This morning, she stood outside my fence, a shy smile on her face and a big white bowl cradled in her arms.
“I’ve brought you breakfast,” she said. I drew nearer.
She emptied the contents of the white bowl on my arms. A big hunk of homemade bread and a jar each of orange marmalade, cheese spread, and jam.
Manna from heaven. Totally unexpected.
My neighbor left with a wave and a smile after I gushed my thanks.
When I sampled the bread, it was moist and savory. It brought to mind the breads Jillian used to make.