Lavender and Old Lace

"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

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Location: Oregon, United States

"I've always thought my flowers had souls. . . they seem like real people to me. I've seen the roses rubbing their cheeks together as if they loved eachother, and the forget-me-nots are little blue-eyed children, half afraid of rest." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

Friday, July 10, 2009

Aufwiedersehen- 'till we meet again





















Dear friend, your presence these last months has been a pleasure. Our friendship started at the library when I was assigned the task of waiting for my sister's German friend whom I had never seen before. A little bit anxious I pondered two questions all through work, "How will I know who I'm looking for, and I don't know and German how will I talk to her?" I got off work and headed for the east entrance; there you were, bicycle in tow. We were pretty quiet then, neither of us exactly sure what to say to the stranger sitting next to us. But everything changes when you spend a day biking over gravel logging roads that weave their way through coastal mountain ranges; the stranger transforms into a friend. Though beaten by the sun and the hard climb, we gained each others trust and respect.

In the last 11 months I've had the pleasure of laughing with you frequently, and sharing the many joys that have found their ways into both of our lives. I am so excited to see what brings you to the states next and look forward to enjoying much more of your company in person and from a distance. From bike rides over coastal mountains to evenings watching movies or chatting late into the night, you have been a great addition to the wonderful individuals I call family and I will cherish your friendship always.

Love, Bethany