On Sunday I met my friend Karin for lunch in Snohomish. This has been a favorite outing for us for a very long time. We don’t live as close and can’t do it quite as often as I’d like. I always feel like I’ve come home after spending time with Karin. We have known each other for 13 years. We spent many hours together when our children were young and helped each other through many a trying time. The older I get the more I treasure my friends, old and new alike. Karin has always wanted to visit England so when I saw this poem the other day I thought of her. To my dear friend Karin:
A Shropshire Lane
Dear friend, I long to walk again-along that little Shropshire lane, deep-set in banks of ferns and flowers-where once we spent such happy hours…Each twist and turn of it I know. And oftentimes in thought I go to seek and find those old delights: the summer days, the autumn nights, retracing every step we took-across the bridge that spans the brook- then past the cottage round the bend. Do you remember dearest friend?
Where did you get that poem?!! It is perfect! Yes, my dearest friend, I remember!