We have good neighbors, as yesterday proved once again. My husband was stuck in a drift about a quarter of a mile from the house. He called me to see if I could reach another neighbor that lives a section away, but then canceled the order because our next door neighbor came up behind him in his pickup. He got pulled out, then the neighbor went around the section to pull him through the other way. That's not the full story, but it is the gist of it. We had a day of not knowing what was going on with the roads yesterday and didn't get a plow by till about 11:00 a.m. this morning. After all the stuff that happened yesterday, the neighbors got a "care package," as my husband called it, of stuff from our freezer. Steaks, roasts, soup bones, home made summer sausage, some banana bread, and I think he said some apple bread too. They deserve it.
These are the same neighbors that plow us out all the time and don't expect compensation, have dug my car out of the driveway and got it open for me when I locked myself out of it while it was running and my daughter was in her car seat (all in the same day!). They have really turned that house next door into a house and not just a building. It sat empty for many years, then the guy's brother lived there for a little while. When brother moved in they had to take a scoop shovel and a wheel barrow to clean out the dead animals from the basement. That tells you something. Now it has all new windows, new furnace, new roof, everything. It looks nice. We can't even claim that it's the same house as ours, just not lived in anymore. Now they're working on the barn to turn part of it into a kennel for their dogs and then the other half will be for horses, I guess. They turned part of the field behind our house into pasture land too, and they've put up fence for that as well.
We just enjoy them. When they had puppies go randomly missing, I kept an eye out for them in case they came back. I'm home most days, so it was easy for me to do that. Sure enough, the next day I saw their farm dog playing with something, picking it up and moving it all around, and so I went to investigate. Here the puppies came back! So I put them in the barn and closed them up as best as I could and left a note on their door. I got a very tearful thank you and some cookies for that. We just work together to make our little corner of the world better as we go along. And they're always up for a beer on the odd summer night!