Rainy day kindness

My sweetcorn is the only thing that seems to be enjoying the dreadful rain we have been experiencing, in fact my corn plot resembles something that Cary Grant would gallop through in North by Northwest , and I am extremely proud of the whole shebang.
Anyhow enough of this self congratulatory mood, I have spent most of the day keeping out of the rain and making myself useful. clearing the kitchen cabinets of unwanted rubbish (5 bags worth!!) is not the most glamorous of jobs, but it needs to be done and like any physical exercise there is a sense of small achievement when it is all completed.
A lady from the other side of the village called around to kindly offer me some sort of small greenhouse she has spare. I think she had a slight American accent but couldn't be sure as she spoke so fast...I have arranged to go and see it tomorrow.
Another little act of kindness came from the red faced Welsh Farmer, who dropped off three huge bags of shavings for me in the driving rain. In his seventies, he remains robust,vital , brusque and is always willing to lend me a hand with items I need , somehow a few dozen eggs never seem enough payment for his many kindnesses.
The village can be full of little nice gestures ;sometimes these present themselves simply, such as a warm "hello", like the ones I received today from neighbours- Mandy on her way home from delivering the papers or Ian , when out jogging.

Auntie Glad, gave me another sweet gesture of her own when I bumped into her when walking the dogs....., looking like an earnest and white haired Woody Allen, she complemented me on our work with the Flower Show......"You work very hard for this village" she said sweetly......
I could not have received a better compliment