This week I had the great privilege of meeting a fellow blogger. The whole cyber friend thing has confused me for some time. Mostly because I know some of you more than I know half of the people listed as “friends” on my Facebook. Lou, from Subdural Flow II, was in the area for vacation. She lives in the midwest. She wrote and asked if we could meet at the ARC and could I give her a tour. YES!
Meeting her was like seeing an old friend. There was nothing unfamiliar about her. What a treat that was! Lou’s blog is about life, specifically, life as a parent of an adult addict. Thankfully, her child is in recovery today. Take a visit to her blog and read her account of our meeting. Our visit was too short and hopefully, there will be another opportunity.
The new blossom of friendship. As good as nature’s blooms. Better because friends are longer lasting.
The two entwined this week through the camera lens. I’m glad Lou had her camera to capture this new sprout of friendship. It will be nurtured through our common heart for the hurting, the broken. We also have a common joy of nature. Our scenery here quite different from her midwestern one but all creation paints its own beauty.
Henry and I got these shots of the sunset over the ball fields near our house. Every now and then he’ll ask for the camera. He gets some nice pictures. He has a good eye. He also pushes the zoom past the recommended max. It worked great on the blooms of this tree.
Yellow tulips from Henry and a couple of colorful parakeets in the aviary of the Memphis Zoo we took last summer. Spring colors all.
Last March I was in St. Louis and captured these pictures of their spring just beginning to burst forth. The flowers breaking through the ground seem innocent in their newness, their pale color with just a blush of the deeper shade.
My hotel room was across the street from the baseball stadium and it was opening day for the St. Louis Cardinals. I’m not a baseball fan but it was fun to see the city’s enthusiasm for their home team. Opening day – a sure sign of spring!
Two years ago I was in Kentucky helping a friend with a women’s retreat at a camp. My friend, Marty, had this pot of blooms on an old chair. A beautiful welcome to friends.
In celebration of the new things spring brings, especially new friends.