A elderly neighborhood woman, who speaks no English, walks the street collecting bottles and cans. She is often seen pushing a shopping cart overflowing with returnables down our Main Street. Holding up traffic. Upsetting drivers. And bringing a smile to others. In my mind she is a delight. And on many occasions we have waved her into our yard to give her our bottles. She always says something in Chinese and we both bow towards each other.
Yesterday she came by and dropped off these two cucumbers.
Gratitude crosses all languages. 🙏🏻
