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I clear snow and do bits and pieces for the neat 164 year old neighbours across the road.
And – as much I enjoy organic wheat beer – I don’t want anything for it.
I keep telling them that, I keep telling them that the road’s still too icy to leave the house, but it didn’t stop Siegfried from venturing out and forcing this on me the other day….
>Read their story on your link; very classy people. Good Neighbors Willard WattlesMany a man hath gold to guardAnd house to keep him warm,And ale to drink and bread to eatAnd strong and ready arm;But many a man when time is comeTo rest him from his laborsHath not so rich a store as IWho boast me of good neighbors. Both your households have taken this little poem to heart!"One good turns deserves another!"
>I love this post and the story it tells – so much about you, your neighbors, the weather and the beer. Neighbours – good neighbours – are so important to a happy life.I love the angle from which you've taken this shot.