Other times, they brew for a bit. A germ of a thought that knows it has somewhere to go, just doesn’t quite know how to get there.
Then there are times, like right now, when the thought process stalls. I know it won’t last. At least I hope it won’t, but, there is always the possibility that it could.
So, while my words decide where to go, I will tell you of my day, which was hectic to start as I prepared lunch and then finished as delicious a delight as this apple and cranberry galette.
I had the pleasure of the company of two dear friends today.
Phyllis, Janet and I went to high school together way back when. They are the kind of friends who know your history and who you might not hear from for many years but who slip right back into the conversation with ease each time you meet.
The time had come for me to have them to lunch. I made a simple meal of tortellini tomato soup, biscuits, cheese and such, while we sat for hours around the table sharing our stories of gardening and grandmothering, places to see and books to read and all the sorts of things women sit and talk about wherever they meet. Janet and Phyllis are the kind of friends who keep me grounded. They don’t care if the words come tumbling out, bubble about, or stall.
They are the best kind of friends, don’t you agree?