I’ve heard people say that there is a different sense of community or neighbourhood when you live in the country. I’ve learned of situations and projects where people who are living down the road show up to help out. It’s always sounded nice.
I’m so happy to say that we are witnessing this first hand. We’ve met almost all of the neighbours that live near us. I’ll be unloading wood, tilling the garden on my tractor, or planting trees and a new neighbour will turn off the gravel, pull onto our little plot and introduce themselves. Everyone has offered future help should we ever need. I’ll reciprocate the kindness, although right now with pretty much just some bare land, I can’t offer much. But I genuinely do look forward to when I can offer something, maybe a fix on the tractor or even a little muscle moving something.
Today, I met one of our neighbours to the south. Really nice guy and we had a good chat. He keeps bees, and also has chickens. That’s pretty rad. And then, when he was about to leave he said he has a little gift for me. Opened up his truck doornail pulled out a dozen fresh eggs that his chickens laid. “Here’s some breakfast for you.”
Such a little thing. 12 eggs. But man did it say a lot. We really appreciate it, and it made our day. We’re not even living here yet and we already feel incredibly welcome, and appreciate the people around us. We don’t even have a single building out here, but it’s already starting to feel like home.