The other day Mister and I found a sack of apricots by our back door. I have absolutely no idea who left them there.
My next-door neighbor has an apricot tree, but if they were from her, she would have left them by the front door. Mister has been chatting with someone else from these here parts, and she told him she has an apricot tree, so maybe they were from her. But as he’s never caught her name or exactly where she lives, we don’t know for sure if it was her who left the fruit.
Maybe it doesn’t matter if we know who gifted us with home-grown apricots. Maybe just appreciating the golden beauties and the kindness of strangers is enough. Still, it would be nice to express our gratitude. In time…