I was having a trying day, so when I came home and found raspberries in front of my door, it changed my channel, so to speak.
I have a neighbor I rarely see, but we leave things for each other.
He’ll get a bagel or cheese danish, leaving me berries, or an apricot muffin.
No note, no fanfare, just a token of…so you know I’m okay.
During these secluded times, it’s important to show yourself, like a submarine coming to the surface. I’m told the super has to knock on doors to make sure tenants are still alive.
Wonder if Garbo had this problem. Of course she would go out early in the morning and walk for miles so, someone would always see her. She didn’t live too far from here, near the East River, barely 15 minutes away.
But I’m digressing.
Thoughtfulness was my original theme, but you know us writers, our thoughts are like a buffet table offering soup to nuts, and in this case, raspberries. 🙂
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