A Sunday in June-
With friends come and gone...
On a June Sunday when we had just gathered at the Methodist Church with friends and strangers to celebrate the lives of two dear souls who bound us all together in the blessing they had been to each of us, the Main Muse and I shared a lovely meal alfresco with two friends, one old and one new, who had come from points north to spend a weekend with us and were about to depart home again with a few locally-grown plants in tow.
The garden put on a show for them while they were here. I’d never seen the Cumberland Azalea bloom so ferociously and even the mullein in the wild corner manifest an unworldly elegance. Nightfall found this old couple feeling grateful for friends who have gone and friends who might come again. Nobody who has ever touched your life with grace and warmth and healing ever entirely leaves you. Something of their presence lingers long and love abides in stillness and quiet and solitude past all goodbyes.
Walk in hope-
-henry