My Italian neighbor, Tony, is a very generous sort. In the summer I receive figs, greens, arugula, parsley, plums and asian pears. I gratefully accept them all.
So the other day when I found a bucket of lovely assorted fruits on my front porch, I automatically thought it was Tony. That afternoon, as I headed out on an errand, he was out front. I quickly penned a "thank you" and put it in the bucket to return to him. But something was off. When I told him how much I appreciated the beautiful fruit, the colors, the smells, he looked at me rather blankly and a bit confused. He speaks English quite well, and I was certain he understood me. Either way, I left the bucket on his front steps.
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Two hours later, I checked email. Toni, a dear friend who had recently moved to a small acreage with many fruit trees, was checking in with "by now you've probably found the bucket of fruit I left on your front porch." Tony's befuddlement was now clear at least to me (he is probably still scratching his head.) Immediate of the
Things I get to do today is run across the street to Tony's and get Toni's bucket back. Maybe Toni (Tony) means "great, big generous heart."
