So, I finished the pruning, went in for a cuppa tea, and stopped thinking about blogging. When next I checked my email I found a lone new comment left upon a distant post. It read:
I miss you Debbie..
I wish I could come visit,
we could chat over some hot tea and a cookie or two..
I hope you are well!
Dear sweet Elizabeth, busy mom of five from the other side of the US, had written to me . . . missing me. A tear sparkled in that knowing little way as my heart whispered, "It is time." Thank you, Elizabeth, for letting me know.
And so once again the kettle has begun to sing here at Wisteria Cottage amidst the familiar clatter of blue willow teacups placed onto a tray as I ready for the first of many chats together with my sweet friend(s).
But, Elizabeth, before the chatting can commence I simply must know . . .