On a fine day,
I took a walk in the hills with a friend.
Someone I’ve known for a long time and with whom
I’ve shared many ups and downs.
We even dated the same fellow and
worked at various times for each other
which is the true test of any friendship
and there were times, ah yes, many times. . .
I was sure our friendship was no more.
Offshore a storm was posed to strike
one rumored to slowly pass and drench the hills,
and flood the coast.
But we did not talk about the weather.
Only of the silly things,
the frogs in a nearby pond frozen to silence
by the loudness of her laugh.
Frogs are shy, don’t you know?
The way horses read your feelings
(through your butt bones).
And our adventures with cannabis,
now that it is legal.
And we ended as we always do,
finding it hard to say goodbye.
Saying nothing in particular 
The simple things are what define us at the end. Looking out the window from a bed somewhere, our world shrinks and shrinks until the frogs are presidents and Venus is the remembrance of old friendship. Duke
So true, Duke. Thanks. If only frogs were presidents.
Lovely thoughts, Jan. Lucky friend, lucky you.
Yes we were both lucky.
Yeah! The place to be, the times to share.
It was a beautiful day – a little nippy but very nice.
Beautiful photos + a good friend = a kind of companionship that is rare and delightful. I’m happy for you.
Thank you Ally.
It’s fun to think back on good friendships.
Yes it is.
Oh Jan, this is lovely. It makes me happy to know you had this time with your friend.
You gotta take those moments when you can.
That connection, over many years — there’s nothing like that. ❤
I agree Joey. Thanks.
That kind of friendship is priceless.
It is. Thanks Glyn.
DaTed the same guy? LOL. You survived that, you’ll survive anything.
And took turns working for each other! That was probably more of a miracle!
The “silly” things we talk about can be the glue that holds a relationship together. This one sounds like a keeper 💕
Thanks Joanne. Some days are meant for silliness and a break from the world.
I like how my best friend are nearly opposites, yet we balance each other and know what the other is going to say. We are two women born in the same year, she lived in the country and I lived in the city. Oh, how grateful I am to have her balance and clarity. Smiles, Robin
Oops, didn’t finish the phrase:
*”my best friend and I” thank you, Jan!
This was so nice to read of you and your close friend.
I meant to tell you I really liked the calla lily photo on your other post. 💐
Thank you very kindly. My friend lives about 30 minutes away but is such a busy gal it’s hard for me to get any of her time!
I feel like my friend, Jenny, “gets” me and helps me to maintain a limited social calendar (other than my 7 grandies. . . )
I like the energy of busy gals, Jan! They keep me on my toes! I am especially busy at work in the summer and tend to talk way too fast. My longtime, close friend here where I live also talks fast so we walk and finish tons of subjects, often pointing out things we see.
It is most annoying for men, I have found. Many have a slower way of talking and feel (she) and I are rude. Being teachers we also know to talk slower and leisurely to make life easier for elementary kids and preschoolers.
Hope you have a wonderful weekend, Jan! 💮 🐦
So beautiful and moving… Up and down those hills.
Memories, mundane and transcendent juxtaposed as words and steps mix up
And… Yes, saying goodbye is always hard. ((Love the ending of the poem!).
Love & best wishes ❤ 😉
What a lovely compliment. Thank you!