Lyman trimmed our bay tree a couple of evenings ago. We have bay leaves bundled for friends and family.
Which brings to mind the year I was "Cucumber Girl".
Lyman planted several cucumber plants that bore like crazy, more than we could imagine eating or canning. When we were overwhelmed I put the cucumbers in a basket, slung it over my shoulder, and went from door to door.
Plenty of neighbors know me, but some further up the street don't.
"Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Janis Gore, Lyman's wife, at --------- Street, and we have grown too many cucumbers. Would you like some cucumbers?"
I was received well. They were good cucumbers.