tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625835970797307834.post7611744856168240632..comments2024-03-16T03:26:10.413+10:00Comments on a hopeful nature: Gifts from a Friend's GardenMeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11573371198907761962noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625835970797307834.post-65115241268604849942016-03-08T11:48:22.771+10:002016-03-08T11:48:22.771+10:00I loved trading baked goods for the fresh produce ...I loved trading baked goods for the fresh produce my generous neighbours used to give us. It felt like such asimple transaction, no money involved, one that just grew out of friendship and a love of homegrown produce and food. Our neighbours moved away recently and I miss them dearly. The new owners have turfed over what was once their prolifically productive veggie patch. I felt so sad about Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11573371198907761962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625835970797307834.post-32565069993926679062016-03-08T09:02:07.680+10:002016-03-08T09:02:07.680+10:00I used to trade our eggs for fish. I love figs.I used to trade our eggs for fish. I love figs.Fiona from Arbordale Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05196630415124998431noreply@blogger.com