It was a spur of the moment invitation for a cup of tea and one that I initiated. I hadn’t seen my friend’s sweet little Victorian since she’d moved in over a year ago. Her California roots have taken hold and inspired such elegant outdoor living. My jaw dropped at the bounty of morning glories still in bloom at three o’clock in the afternoon. And then I saw the tea party she’d set out. Exquisite. As the dinner hour approached, we each grabbed a quilt, poured the last of the tea, and kept on chatting, in spite of the chill.
I love my life, but if there is one thing I long for, it is what I call the village lifestyle. Quality time spent with friends seems to require calendars and appointments that are squeezed in between too many obligations. I miss spontaneous drop-in visits — at your house or mine — and the easy flow of day-to-day news. For one afternoon, my desires were perfectly satiated. Thank you, my friend!