Where I grew up in that quaint community in Virginia, neighbors loved one another like family, sweet tea always welcomed you on front porches with swing time, conversations and sometimes some song. ( ok most times good music) So when I tell people my door is always open, some look at me crazy – you will always find a candle in the window and warm hospitality.
I cherish people and embrace them with my full heart. Sometimes it leaves you a bit vulnerable and can be hurt but most, the return is magical. Today my sons sweet girlfriend delivered hommade strawberry syrup! Yum! Her sister Lupe had two flats of Oregons best. I always make jam, or shortcakes or pies but syrup? Wow… dig out my waffle iron. Thank you Miss Lupe for paying it forward and sharing you talented hard work of sweet yummy in a jar. You dont know how much I appreciate you. 🍓❤️