A dear friend and I went together to the quilt meeting. Talk about treasures ... she's a one of a kind type friend. She hears what you say, she pays attention. She is always doing the nicest things, she knows how to give from and touch the heart. My love of lilacs, the memories they hold, she knew ... well, when I got to her house there waiting for me was the most incredible bunch of lilacs. We left them on her steps until we got back and here they are in my kitchen, taking up most of the island. When I come downstairs to the kitchen I get their scent from less then half way down the stairs. The window opened, the breeze taking the scent throughout the house. A trip down memory lane, back some fifty years ago. I just wrote of this and here it is, now. What a treasure, my friend, for sure. Priceless.
I am blessed.