Memories

To a lifetime friend

Someday we will look back on these days and say to ourselves, in our cracked old voices, “Well, honey, I don’t know how we did it back then.”

A contributor writes: “She climbed trees and slept in haymows, and she always loved the earth – flowers and kittens and springtime…”

I found more images than I could possibly use, and ended up dissolving into longlasting giggles on my couch, very late at night.

But it ended with my mother running out into the snow in her stocking feet. And me sitting in a chiropractor’s office.