Sweet Strawberries :: I was on my way to my friend’s house. We were meeting up to go strawberry picking. I had been looking forward to it all week. Just two minutes away from her house a car, pulls out in front of me. I knew he hadn’t seen me coming so I sped up – hoping he wouldn’t hit me, but alas he clipped my bumper. Everyone was fine. No injuries. Minimal damage. We both had insurance.  Yet, he insisted we stay until the police showed up. My dream of picking strawberries that evening evaporated. Instead I sat on the curb for 3 hours waiting for the police. My sweet friend met me on the curb. She and her husband and 2 kids kept me company while I waited and I felt cared for.

A few weeks later at the farmers market, my strawberry dreams were redeemed. I bought half a flat (6 pints) of strawberries for $5.00. As I was paying the woman taking my money offers me another half a flat for no extra charge. Ummm, yes please. I spent that afternoon taking care of my 12 pints of strawberries. I ate them, froze them, made popsicles and even strawberry shortcake.

Sweet Slippers :: I’ve known her since we were eight year olds. A few months ago she had a precious little girl and a few weekends ago her husband planned a whole day for her to get out of the house alone – for the first time since the little one was born. She spent some of that day with me. She brought me slippers from her husband. A pair she has herself and that I had worn at her house months ago and commented on how fun they were while I had them on my feet. Her husband had overheard my comment and bought another pair of slippers just for me. And once I again, I felt so cared for.

Sweet Peas :: Recently, on a perfect, long, warm June evening I took a walk. I picked some flowers and carried them with me. What is it about walking while holding flowers that makes me so happy? Once home, I plopped my flowers into two green bottles. And I was filled with contentment.