“The language of friendship is not words but meanings.”
Henry David Thoreau
Thirty-two of my forty-two years of teaching was at my neighborhood school. I worked with many fine educators, and now I am able to spend time with three of my favorite people. There is another teacher with whom I had the pleasure of teaming teaching. Jeanne was the perfect teaching partner. We had the same teaching style and we had so much fun together. She retired before I did, and moved away from San Antonio. We kept in touch with letters, texts, and phone; but we only visited each other on occasion. Today was one of the occasions, and it was as if we just saw each other yesterday. We picked up from where we left off.
We spent the day in Salado, Texas, another quaint Texas town.
Of course, we stopped at A Sewing Basket on Main Street. The people at the shop were super nice and helpful. I have yet to have a negative experience in a quilt shop. The Fabric Fairies guided me to the seasonal fabric.
I puchased some Christmas fabric for a table runner.
It was a special day with a special friend.