Jo

It was just spring when Jo came to visit, bringing gifts. A bottle of pear aperitif, soon empty, was sweet and delicious.  The bottle top remained, and as she told me, was a newly intriguing color to her. That was also a gift, since I do agree, and now have a bright new color to think about, and act upon.

Then she gave me her old 3 Bears box house, and an original Miss Mouse box, handmade in the 60's by a crotchety artist, a woman called Aunt Sue. My own 3 Bears House had burnt in our fire. These are just as they were when we played with them as children.  Baby bear's chair cunningly breaks, the beds in the loft are too hard,  too soft, and just right,  and painted acorn cap dishes set the table.  Miss Mouse's cape  hangs on its little nail by the door.

Jo, if you read this, as much as these things do mean to me, what is more precious is the fact of our years of friendship. Thank you.