Just when I was starting to feel just the teensiest bit sad that not one of my close friends had come over to support the fundraiser car wash my son was doingthis morning for his eagle project I saw it. The flash of red as my dear friend Lynda drove up in her brand spankin' new red Toyota Prius. Not only did she let a bunch a kids wash the already spotless car, she let my newly licensed son get in it, press the "Start" button (it's keyless) and drive it back to her house to pick up her husband's Bronco. And then drive that back in order to pick up their Toyota MR2. She paid double the suggested donation for the first two cars and then threw in another fiver for the third.

Because that's what friends do...


I just happen to be browsing through the Semi-Annual Sale products on the Bath & Body Works website when I see something I just have to have. I start to load my cart, but have second thoughts about the shipping. Then I remember Melody told me she was headed to the mall to take her daughter some lunch. On a hunch I dial her cell. "Are you anywhere near Bath & Body Works by chance? "I'm in Bath & Body Works right now." (Of course she is.) "Will you see if they have any..."

Because that's what friends do...


After a long and hot morning and a tiresome and hot day I was starting think about what I could throw together for dinner tonight. Something easy, I thought. I've already got two load of dishes to do today and I don't want to make more of a mess.

Knock Knock! One of my husband's former students (6th grade class in `91) is at the door. "We're having a Luau tonight for my brother's family that just got sealed and we'd like you to come and bring your whole family."

Because that's what friends do...

Storm

Grey skies

Wind

Cool breeze

Rain

Fresh scent of precipitation falling on hot dry pavement.


Rain, rain come and stay. Come and wash my cares away.

First cricket.
Singing solo.
Bids me goodnight.

Five a.m. euphony of crickets and birds.
One winding down, at the end of its nightsong.
The other awakening, to greet the new day.

That time in the morning when life is abundant
but man woman and child still slumber silently.
Not stillness, but peace in nature's sweet symphony.