if you only knew the millions of things I want to say....but don't

Saturday

wild iris

I went to meet Anne Wiggins for the first time.  Mike had been doing spots for her parenting classes,  which she holds at the Heights Church, for quite some time.  He's also been bringing up her name with strong suggestion that we have much in common with our appreciation for the natural approach to health improvement and child discipline.  Finally, after Mike brought home a loaf of homemade bread from her, it was apparent that the time to connect with this seemingly supermom was long overdue.  She accepted my FB friend request, and from that point on we were learning more about the other via status posts and a few interactions here and there.   A few months later we agreed that the afternoon of December 22nd was perfect while her daughter partook in seasonal crafting at the Prescott Library.  With the kids home from school, I ended up spending the day with Michael at the station except for that 1 1/2 hrs. with Anne.  So, down to the Prescott square I made my way to the street nook where the Wild Iris sits in it's humble corner......




Not having eaten yet for the day, I took the safe route and chose not to indulge in any extravagantly sweet flavored liquid of burned beans and the large pieces of coffee cake that seemed to be trying to lure me with unspeakable temptation with their lusciously perfect appearance.  Just a nice hot cup of joe would do....and it sure did for that cold and rainy afternoon.



The table of varying sugars had it's sutble countryfide reminders of just exactly where you are and adding to the rustic ambience........



Even the cement floors were characterized with the aged appearance  from all the gouges, scratches, cracks and  chipped purple paint.  


We talked we two.  We talked as if time was standing still.  The list of subjects we covered was that of typical women passionate about being moms, what we do and what/where God's plans reveal for us and our families.    The apparent commonality is how young we are often mistaken to be by strangers either by voice and/or appearance.  With the 40's immediately around the corner, it's becoming more of an appreciation.  

This could be an incredible friendship.

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