Meeting Neighbours

 A Christmas card was dropped off in my mailbox from a family welcoming me to the neighbourhood along with a lovely bag of potpourri.  Today I took my dog for a walk to say thank you, to introduce myself and to meet them.  They are my closest neighbour in that direction: 1.5km down the road. Lovely people who farm the land and the first people I've had a face to face conversation with since I moved in, besides the Post Master of the town.  During that visit to the Post Office folks who came in conversed in French, something I may wish to relearn in the future.