Knee deep in weeds with friends

Have you ever gone into the woods or walked through the weeds with friends?

weeds and friendsI arranged for a weekend at my home in the hollow with three of my friends. My “country house” sits next to a water hollow, down the hill and through a meadow from my parents’ home. The weather apps told us to expect a combination of thunderstorms and sunshine. The weekend didn’t go off without a hitch or two, but it was lovely. Lovelier even than meadows, water hollows, thunderstorms, and sunshine.

weeds and wings

Walking through weeds with friends

I arranged for this weekend not only because we were overdue for some fun girlfriend time but also because I thought these friends really needed it. They’ve had losses, health scares, work upheavals, and challenges I hope I never have to navigate. Meadows, water hollows, thunderstorms, and sunshine. I thought the weekend was for them, but as I packed to leave and return home, I realized, I was the one who needed it.

My friends

weeds and berry promiesesWe’re knee deep with each other in thorny weeds, simple treasures, corny (sometime crass) jokes, coloring books, tears, Spanish ham, salads, cheese, wine, and whiskey. But the fun isn’t the important thing. The important thing is the net we create for each other. That friendly net is possibly one of the greatest gifts of middle-aged friendships. As parental walls crumble and safety nets of family collapse, that net of friendship is there to catch us when we fall, embrace us when we feel loss, and lift us when we sink down.

I didn’t take photos of the best moments of this past weekend. The photos I took don’t hold a candle to that phone call to the friend who wasn’t there yet, the meals with my parents, playing with colors, spinning wool, belly laughing. Most of the weekend was rainy, but we managed one nice walk, through the meadow, up the hill, in the weeds. These photos are from that friendly walk.wends and fences

Friendship nets form when we let ourselves get knee deep in the weeds with each other. We’ll rarely catch the best of those moments on any kind of camera, because the magic of making the net is better.

 

 

 

 

 

© Copyright Pennie Nichols. All Rights Reserved. 2017

About Pennie Nichols

This little corner is dedicated to some of the things that interest me and to those of you who share those interests about relationships, travel, cooking, gardening, canning, jewelry, and writing. I’ll throw in some recipes and stories for your reading pleasure.

8 thoughts on “Knee deep in weeds with friends

  1. Haralee

    I cherish my girlfriends. They surprise and delight me. I lost my BFF a year and a half ago and I will still forget and pick up the phone 🙁 Flowers on berries already, I am jealous!!

    Reply
    • Pennie Nichols Post author

      She’s been gone for six years, but there are still moments when I catch myself thinking, “I need to tell her . . . ” And yes, fruits in the deep south come early. Thanks for reading.

      Reply
  2. Renee

    I recently did this a 2 of my BFF’s…I spend a lot of time with my girlfriends,,,they “get” me like no one else does…they are my “tribe” and I don’t know where I would be without them. Treasure these people who are there for us when no on else is…

    Reply
  3. Susan Bonifant

    This was lovely. I just loved the whole sound of that weekend.

    I read the other day that the predictor of a long life for women is the quality of their friendships. I believe it. My friends are more important to me every day.

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *