We gathered at noon, about a dozen of us coming from all directions, parking our cars in the gravel driveway and ducking raindrops as we lugged plants and food toward the big old house that Makes Bread lives in. Whenever my women friends get together, we have plenty of food: big trays of fruits and veggies, spinach casserole, big sandwiches of all kinds, homemade breads, guacamole and salsa and chips, humus and pita bread, all kinds of desserts, and big mugs of hot tea. We hung out in the kitchen, all talking and eating.
One friend, who went back to school years after she started college, just finished her degree. In fact, she skipped the commencement exercises to come to this gathering today. We all hummed Pomp & Circumstance for her, and applauded wildly. She kept saying, "I’m done with school! At last!"
When it stopped raining, we all went out to the driveway to look at the plants we’d dug up from our gardens. Amidst a confusion of chatter, we handed them out, everyone taking the plants they thought they could use. "Who wants a coneflower? It needs full sun. Anyone need oregano? This plant here – what is it called?"
I came home with a plateful of cookies and a bunch of plants for my gardens. If the temperature ever gets above 50 degrees, I am going to do some gardening.