Ursula Ewald, Ancaster
What goes around comes around.
I’m not a shrinking violet, however with the weather, winter blahs and the mounting years, I count myself blessed for living in a very caring neighbourhood for the past 20 years.
Give and you shall receive. It still exists, believe it or not!
What’s in a bowl of soup? If you share it, it becomes a scoop of love and laughter, and stories enjoyed over the years in friendship.
In anticipation of the recent winter storm, I delivered a bowl of homemade comfort soup to another senior friend and took her shopping.
The next day, my snow angels sprang into action.
After the snowplow cleared the roads, I found solace in walking my neighbour’s dog, Pumpkin, and enjoying the sunny, winter wonderland scene.
One block from home, much to my surprise, I see another neighbour dashing down her driveway with no coat on and a bowl of soup in her hand.
“I thought you would love a bowl of soup!”
Result? I did cry into my soup!