This past weekend, I spent some time with dear friends. We’ve known each other since our kids were little, and they also knew my husband. We’ve known each other a long time- 30 plus years. We laughed, and enjoyed others’ company. Sometimes, we just listened to the sounds of the insects calling to each other. Delightful.
When I came back home, I noticed my Rose of Sharon had blossomed, probably encouraged by all the rain we had. I had planted the Rose of Sharon on Father’s Day, in my husband’s memory. The purple blossoms are so beautiful.
Somehow the two events seem not to be separated. Good friends and beauty. A good day.