One summer a few years back, we put out a table with extra squash from the garden. A sign said free.
Someone put the squash on the ground and took the table.
One summer a few years back, we put out a table with extra squash from the garden. A sign said free.
Someone put the squash on the ground and took the table.
Maybe they needed a table to eat on, I do not know. What you did was fantastic though, and I will gladly pay you for that table, right here, right now.
Another surplus squash tale...
There was an Indian gentleman that walked past my house nearly every day. I would say hi if I was outside. He never said hi back.
One afternoon when the surplus squash was on display, he stopped and asked if it was alright to partake. I told him he could have as much as he wanted. We talked a few minutes and I mentioned my tomatoes were not doing well. He offered to bring me tomatoes from his plants.
After that day he always returned a hello as he passed by.
Lovely story, and you got some tomatoes out of it.