I ran by the new house for a minute this afternoon to check some paint colors and before long, I heard a knock at the door. I turned to find my daddy who was just passing by and saw my car. He came in and helped me match a paint color and then he wanted to walk around and see the yard and workshop. While we were in the backyard, I heard a lady call out, “Hello, ma’am!”
I walked over to her and she introduced herself and presented me with a hot pound cake straight from the oven. She works for Mrs. Windham, my new neighbor, who wanted to send it over as a welcome gift. I was tickled to death!
Even with my stuffy nose I can smell at least a stick of butter in that cake. Law, it’s delicious!