I adore small towns. Anderson is an optimal one for me because it has the charm of a small town with convenience of a larger city due to the university presence (Anderson & Clemson). Two of the things I love about living in Anderson are the presence of farms and fresh local produce. There is an older couple who lives off the road I drive on to and from work everyday. During the summer they set a little table by the road with fresh vegetables, flowers and a cash box. Anyone can stop by, pick out their veggies, weigh them, and place the appropriate amount in the cash box. I’ve stopped a few times to get veggies and yesterday decided I really wanted some fried green tomatoes for dinner.
On the way home from worked I pulled over to pick out my dinner. While I was out there the woman who owns the place came out and started talking to me. We talked for a little bit and she told me that today they were going to be picking the last of the okra and to stop by on my way home. She said she’d hold out some of the best for me and I could just come to the house and get it. I thought that was just really sweet.
Today on the way home from work I stopped and picked up a couple of tomatoes before heading up to her house. I knocked on the door and she hollered for me to come in. She was ready for me and excited. She declared “I have all kinds of goodies for you!” Not only had she saved me some okra but had a jar of homemade stewed tomatoes, fresh corn and fresh potatoes. She told me she wanted me to have all this and that I didn’t owe them a thing. She said she wanted me to have lots of good veggies for dinner saying she hoped that someone would do that for her kids too.
I was blown away. I cannot say for sure, but I’m pretty sure the chances of something like this happening in a larger place are slim. I love living in a little place where it seems like time moves more slowly and your neighbors really care about you. Andy Griffith & Sheriff Taylor would be proud.