Every woman needs “girl time” just because. Girl time, for those who don’t know, is a set-aside time for ‘girls’ to reconnect and let down their hair, figuratively and literally. It is a time to have fun with girlfriends and not worry about responsibilities and obligations, at least for an evening or a day. Every woman I know has her ‘girlfriends,’ her go-to female confidantes for support and nurture. Well, for me it was time for “girl time” again! It’s been six months since we last got together. Wednesday night my girls and I gathered at my place and “schmoozed” and enjoyed each other’s company. We smile a lot when we are together. Talking, eating, and laughing as good friends do, makes life a little sweeter when we return to our everyday responsibilities. Much to our delight, birds, squirrels, rabbits and chipmunks entertained us out on the deck. But best of all three fawns made an appearance, too! (Yes, there were three, but only two in this photo. . . The photo with all three is quite blurred.) By the end of the day we were all tired, happily so, and bid each other farewell, until next time. Heather was with us for this evening only. But Lori and I had the next day to spend together.
Lori and I started the day sitting on the deck once again enjoying the critters, all of which joined us on the deck at some point while we sat and chatted for a while. Later we drove (in an extremely round-about way) to North Chagrin Reservation. Although is was a hot and humid day, our spirits remained high and we thoroughly enjoyed the richness of nature.
We spent just a few hours here on a hot and humid day,
yet were amazed even in that short time, at the abundant activity and life that goes on in one small pond. We are not big partiers or shopaholics, but we are rich and happy enjoying friendships and nature when possible. Not even the heat and humidity could dampen our spirits. I think that Heather and Lori would agree with me when I say that girl time this week ROCKED. I look forward to the next time, and the next . . . and the next . . .