I often come home to a little box of strawberries on my porch or a little pot of hen and chicks at my front gate maybe a bag of tomatoes. Since I collect old farm tools I often find rusty broken shovels and rakes leaned against my fence. No one ever takes credit. It often feels like a mystery when you find a rusty bike wheel and an old shovel on the front porch sometimes with a little note that says 'enjoy'. I do.
