The Pineapple

The pineapple

Hid In the corner,

Basking quietly,

Forgotten—

In the winter sun.  

I would enjoy her fruit

But I missed her bloom,

The joy of her effort.

 I have friends like that.

I need to be more nourishing.

I,

Like they-

Blossom in my own dark corner.

The lot behind us has been an empty lot since we bought our home. I have yearned for neighbors, dreaded the thought of how they would change our lives. Would they build a huge house? Would a tall unfriendly fence block our view of the Bosque? Or raise roosters, or, shudder, pigs? Would they ask what kind of a neighborhood are we?

Last month the lot sold and has been cleared. It looks huge and bare compared to ours,

Crowded with apple trees.

Gone are the tall weeds and most of the trees. Where are they going to build their house?

What style? What ‘s the landscaping going to look like? Are we going to be the sore thumb in the neighborhood? I look out of my studio window in fear and trepidation, hope and wonder.

I haven’t met them yet though my husband has. He is such a fount of information. They are retired. They are from California, They seem friendly. What else do we need to know?

Thinking about it today I wondered, how would I characterize each of the ten families in the immediate area?  Most are loving and helpful. A couple would gladly help anyone in need. Two are kind of ornery, if everyone doesn’t agree with their ideas. One can get belligerent. And one hides in the shadow. (Me) I’ve decided to set up shop later this spring, on my patio to work and watch the progress. Maybe one of the owners will happen by and sit for a visit. Maybe I can give help, or solace.

All About Friendship

Anais Nin put it beautifully when she said, "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." Though some natural loners are happy without them, most of us depend greatly on the company of true friends. As with any relationship, friendships bring support and joy and occasionally strife. 

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. Orson Welles

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. Orson Welles
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We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. Orson Welles
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/topics/friendship