“To know someone here or there
with whom you can feel there is understanding
in spite of distances or thoughts expressed–
that can make life a garden.”
Six ladies. That is, if you include the tiniest Little Lady, which we do. A “Girls Day Out”, rambling the streets of a small, quintessential New England town. Thrifting, “booking” (thank you, Sarah, for a fun new verb!), and feasting at a delightful little coffee shop. An autumnal stroll. Just enjoying “my people”.
I don’t get to spend very much time with my mother anymore, though we speak on the phone nearly every day, and of course we text and email more than once a day. Still, time spent face to face…it’s rare and precious.
And then there is the lovely and incandescent Sarah Clarkson, whose nomadic rambling up my way just happened to coincide with my parents’ visit. We sure didn’t mind, for amongst those to be considered “good company”, Sarah is a jewel. A pure delight. Our visits together are a whirlwind of tastes and chatter and ideas, with a good measure of romping with my four oldest, irrepressible children. With them, if Sarah were a stuffed animal, she would be the Velveteen Rabbit. I expected to see her start fraying at the edges at any moment!
My mother lives 1,000 miles away from me…Sarah is nearly double that distance. Yet when I am with them, it’s as though no time has passed at all and there is no distance between us. Well, until my mother goes to leave and is clinging to the baby, sobbing into her sleeper. Then I feel every single mile like a thousand little pin-pricks all over me.
I will be back in a day or two to post my recipes for White Chicken Chili and Lemon Blueberry Scones, by request!