There are friendships that carry a sweet aroma in the air
wherever we are when we remember. The shape of a red teapot and the light
shining on the lenses of the camera on that cold day when we took photos and
the white scarf with the tears we brought to live to capture the beauty we
surly knew danced around us on the fields and in the woods. Yesterday, I got
the most amazing message ever. The words of congratulations on my force coming
marriage, like a perfectly drawn poem smoothly found its way to my heart and
stirred everything there that was living. I remembered the quite years, the
harsh years, the happy years and the creative years and I am looking into the
now, the moment that captured me reading about who I am through the eyes of a friend
and that made me happy. It is like being reassured about a project of a
lifetime.
The House with The Garden is getting into a good shape for
the wedding. The flower beds are like dresses taken out of a wardrobe after too
long. They are creased and smell of wood. The flowers are surrounded by weed
and small birch tree branches. But here I am coming with my spade and gardening
fork to rescue all of them.
The church decorations are going to look beautiful and are
in safe hands. The white table clothes are sorted and the bouquet is going to
be the kindest surprise from a friend. How cool is that!
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