Monday morning as I was unloading the dishwasher I was surprised to hear our doorbell ring. Having gone to a wine party the night before, I correctly assumed our visitor couldn’t have been one of my friends since they were probably still sleeping. When I got to the door I was pleasantly surprised to see one of my new neighbors, Theresa, standing on our back steps with this beautiful pie in her hands. Needless to say, that pie didn’t last long around here. I’m so happy with all the neighbors I’ve met so far; they really couldn’t be nicer or more welcoming.












