By Michele Lee
The rain began the day after I arrived, and except for a few pockets of sunshine it continued until the morning I left. I could not have been more content. A steady pitter patter matched the sound and pace of my fingers on a keyboard when a weekend of typing, I spent. Polishing and perfecting a second draft – that was my attempt. A skipped farmer’s market, I had reason to stay in. Watching, listening, contemplating, adding, deleting… so the cycle went. Then it happened Sunday late afternoon. A final word. A final check. It was time to submit. A released breath. My mind and fingers could rest. The gentle rain continued. Perfect.
The next day she arrived. My forever friend brought an extra umbrella and smiles. A second adventure we were about to begin. She knew a spot she was sure I would love. She was right. The cool air did delight, and the clouded sun gave us just enough light. We laughed. We posed and snapped. In a few puddles we splashed. We found our inner child and balance along the top of a fallen tree. Grown women transformed to two schoolgirls, were we. Then the pitter patter began again, rinsing the last traces of dust off two desert girls. Our afternoon in paradise, surrounded by pops of pink, was heaven scent.
It was hard to leave behind the beautiful Oregon flowers, those growing outside and the two seated next to me. My friend Patricia (middle) and my daughter Sammi (right). I had a wonderful time! I have returned to the desert heat, but with them, my spirit will be.
Like me, both my Oregon ladies love music. I enjoyed a live DJ show with my daughter and her beau the night before this photo was taken. The last show Patricia and I attended together (pre-pandemic) was Gene Loves Jezebel – sharing a clip from that performance of their song, “Desire.” Thank you for visiting! Be well. Michele
A special thank you to Juan with Gobblers Masticadores for recently publishing my post, “A Sweet Love Story.” I am grateful!
Photos: my images from Hendricks Park, Eugene, OR
© 2022 Michele Lee Sefton