A modest amount of rain and a few degrees cooler - and there is a magical reawakening of the plants. The olive grove has a carpet of green in a matter of a days. Some plants that I had thought were dead and gone have started to sprout new green shoots. Not everything has survived but the damage is not quite as bad as I had feared.
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: Friendship
. . . is you.
. . . is love.
. . . is shared.
. . . is forgiving.
. . . is understanding.
. . . is shared secrets.
. . . is shared laughter.
. . . can be angry at times.
. . . is dependable and true.
. . . is meant to be savored like fine wine.
. . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.
. . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.
. . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times.
. . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden.
. . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds.
. . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.
. . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.
. . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day.
. . . is relaxed and comfortable.
. . . is a shoulder to lean on.
. . . is an ear to whine to.
. . . gets better with age.
. . . is shared tears.
. . . is shared joy.
. . . is shared.
. . . is love.
. . . is U
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