Would it make you jealous to know that I spend all of my free time helping my mom bottle fruit?
Tonight was our last night of pears.
My sister and I are not fans of bottling pears.
The juice drips down your arms, and everything is a sticky mess.
When we finished with the pears my mom asked, "Do you want to help me finish these tomatoes?"
We'd never done tomatoes before and so we willingly agreed to help her.
As we were peeling, slicing, and putting the tomatoes into jars my sister asked my mom what she was going to do with the tomatoes.
"Are you going to make that noodle and tomato dish that we don't like?"
My mom laughed and said, "Probably, because I love it!"
I piped up and said, "Mom, you don't need to give me any of these. I'm just helping you out of the kindness of my heart."
(I'm not even a little fan of bottled tomatoes.)
I asked my mom if the tomatoes were from her garden and she informed me that her neighbor gave them to her.
When I got home tonight this is the thank you note I put in the mail for the neighbor:
Kind of makes all of you want to be my neighbor doesn't it?