I baked focaccia, fresh sprigs of rosemary from the garden pushed into the dough, and took a chunk to my neighbour. Some days later she appeared at my door with a pot of chives. I baked teacakes and handed her some over the garden fence. A few days passed before she came with a dish of salad leaves, washed and laid out with the deepest care and attention. I took strawberries, she brought a bulb of garlic. I took blackcurrants, she brought bouquets of sweet peas. I took scones, she brought a bowl of pineapple and ice-cream. I took lettuce and spinach, she brought a slice of hot frittata. And then there was the day she brought a lily that filled the house with heaven for days. And thus we wove our web of food and flowers and friendship; of the lives we wanted and the world we hoped for.
Love and courage,