The Flower of Friendship

I pass this lovely bougainvillea every day and am happily aware how a bush this bright and beautiful can exist with oh so little care. It is a fact of nature…one we can’t dispute how the bougainvillea doesn’t need much tending…once it’s taken root. The other day an old friend stopped in the bookstore, one I hadn’t seen in years and I was reminded how old friendships in spite of time and distance still endear. Seeing him was a wonderful surprise…it gave my heart a thrill. We talked as if it was yesterday…as if somehow time stood still. Friendship has a unique way…when it comes to time… to circumvent… for when old friends meet…any time that’s passed…becomes irrelevant. It was just a short visit and after he left I joyfully conceded how to keep our friendship going…this was all the time we needed. I paused by the bougainvillea on my way home… happily aware how a friendship bright and beautiful can exist with oh so little care. For it is another fact of nature…one we certainly can’t dispute how a friendship doesn’t need much tending…once it’s taken root