Until We Meet Again...

There are times that my life on Cape Cod feels very disconnected from the dear friends that I have made from all over the country. And then there are times when a weekend is so packed with those dear friends that it carries me through the next bout of loneliness until we meet again.  

This weekend was a rare treat. My dear friend and her wonderful husband and darling girls came for a visit from Maine. We had the joy of the four of them for Friday night and Saturday. Together we put flags on the graves of veterans at the National

Cemetery in Bourne followed by a trip to my friend's farm in Harwich to play with the chickens, goats and horses. Then we had the girls (4 & 7) to ourselves so Mama and Daddy could celebrate his birthday with a getaway in Boston. Staying with us alone was a first for the girls but we had a grand time! We painted flower pots, played with the dogs, ate ice cream, read oodles of silly Shel Silverstein poems, and snuggled in the big bed with the two dogs all night (A had to work overnight so it was just us girls). The next day we dropped them off

with their parents and continued into the city to meet more of our great friends from New Hampshire and Maine and all of their delightful kids at the Red Sox game. 

My other dear college friend's oldest son (17) was receiving a scholarship from the Red Sox Foundation which was being awarded at the game. Several of us bought tickets and as a surprise we had t-shirts made to show our support. Not only did we have the joy of celebrating his achievement, we also were treated to an amazing game where the Red Sox came from behind in the 9th inning and won with a bases loaded walk-off home run! It was fantastic!

We all enjoyed a meal together afterward and travelled home with big grins on our faces from the joy our friendships bring us.

The last day of our Memorial Day weekend was quiet with A and I both home. After the usual trip to Home Depot (to buy the LAST five gallons of stain for the fence) we built our first fire in our new fire pit and settled in beside it to eat dinner. As we were sitting there enjoying the peace, we heard the soft sound of "Taps" being played in the distance at sunset. We don't know where it came from but it was a lovely way to end a day of remembrance for those who gave all for this great country we call home.