she sends a text that she is coming to town to pick up hay and can she swing by?
we laugh and catch up, talk gardening and marvel at the year of goodness she has
had. soon we are hungry and i scramble eggs and cut banana bread and make tea.
it feels so good to have her around my table. it feels normal and natural and we
and both feel 30 again! both of us so at home with each other. she raises to go and i know
she is off to catch a ferry and is not just down the road any longer and it is bittersweet.
we'll be up soon i tell her, and we will.
text me when you get home I say as I hug her, , ,