A couple of weeks ago, one of our friends here in town came over with his two sons to collect truckloads of trees. Dennis loves taking his chainsaw to the trees surrounding our house, but other than the occasional bonfire, we don't really have a use for the resulting logs. One day, Dennis told Frank that they were there for the taking. When he and his two oldest came to glean, we chatted out front. Frank mentioned my rosebushes, and I told him of my one-for-each-year-we've-lived-here goal. Apparently, he pays attention, because on Thursday, he showed up with a beautiful rosebush as a thank-you for the wood. Wasn't that sweet? I planted it today.