Fifty miles now separate our households, but a visit there overnight feels as natural, our friendship as stitched as the intertwining threads of blossom shimmering pink and purple in mid-summer.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
The Thread of Neighborliness
Once my neighbors, Florence and Jere opened their house to me as family might: without judgment or closed doors. Even their dogs, Princess (now deceased) and Lady (now grizzled) stopped barking when I came to the door.
Fifty miles now separate our households, but a visit there overnight feels as natural, our friendship as stitched as the intertwining threads of blossom shimmering pink and purple in mid-summer.
Fifty miles now separate our households, but a visit there overnight feels as natural, our friendship as stitched as the intertwining threads of blossom shimmering pink and purple in mid-summer.
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Freeda called them needles and thread. Some call them Spider Plants...real name cleome.
Enjoyed your visit as always.
Freeda called them needles and thread. Some call them Spider Plants...real name cleome.
Enjoyed your visit as always.
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