Hey, did I ever tell you how much I love people?
I know, I know . . . you TOTALLY can not tell that, can you? Not from the way I treat them.
In spite of appearances, though, I really do love them.
Vera Johnson of Village Green Nursery is one of the reasons why.
Vera Johnson (Yay!)
I met Vera for the first time just recently, after hearing good reports about her for years.
It was a drizzly October afternoon. It was a Sunday I think. Earlier in the week Vera had put out a notice for people to bring their apples round for squeezing in her "new" cider press. Trouble is, the cider press, which was quite clunky and ancient to begin with, had already broken down on her. In better times, this beast was only capable of pressing a few apples at a time anyway, and then only with the most Herculean effort. But now? Pshhh! Not even!
So it was really starting to look like poor Vera had overbid her hand on the cider thing. Instead of doing people a good turn, as she'd hoped, she was now in danger of causing some kind of apple-related disturbance in the community.
I was one of the first people to stop by with apples that day, and Vera intercepted me in the parking lot with a worried look on her face. She was thinking about calling off the cider pressing, she told me, because her press was kaput and she didn't know how to get it working.
"Oh, that's all right," I chirped, yanking the bushel basket out the trunk of my car. "I've only got a few here."
She smiled at me and shrugged disarmingly, and I knew right then that we were gonna hit it off . . .
[To Be Continued]