Visiting the garden is a little like seeing old friends. Even though the plants had grown and changed they were all there pretty much how I remembered them. I bent down to snip the outside leaves of the chard and kale. I don't think they minded one bit.
I spent this past weekend with some friends I hadn't seen for over twenty years. They were part of my Peace Corps group that worked in Ecuador from 1989-1991. We laughed and danced and ate together. We canoed and reminisced. We picked up right where we had left off. What a wonderful time.
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