dinner with an old friend

i drove into the hills in the late afternoon.

gray mist of rain cloaking the mountains beyond. and when i turned onto the dirt road the green of pastures a vivid distinction between earth and sky.

a moment of hello in the house.

into the garden. radishes bursting purple from the soil. cilantro in bloom inviting winged creatures to take care of the fruits and vegetables planted here.

we talked as we picked chard and radishes. stories of now and long ago. an ease lost amongst the distance of our friendship.

under the netting of the blueberries we ate more berries than we put in the plastic container.
we laughed and realized distance only makes the heart grow fonder.