Vintage Friendship

Our fierce summer of brilliant white,
bleached honey blonde locks to wheaten bright.



Small bodies lay on sun-baked grass,
bursting giggling, pealing laughs,
dripping wet bodies and spiky lashes,
polka dots and towels like sashes.



Homegrown produce shone ruby red,
golden sticks, homemade bread.


Homemaker's love spread out under cool leaf shade
and around the bounty we like children laid,
and linked the words the year had missed,
igniting mettle of our friendship tryst.


It is an honour marching with those ones,
who read the unwritten, hear the unsung,
who hold us in arms free of scorn,
and mourn with us, who mourn.




Love-company fills the cup,
and delighted, drips in friendship.

For my delicious girl friends who read books like Apples for Jam, wear red shoes, love pink lipgloss and cherry nail polish. Those precious wahine, those three, who know me, the real me - to you - my thanks. It was fun hanging out this summer.


PaisleyJade  – (January 24, 2010 at 3:58 PM)  

Your words and photos are amazing!!

Sj  – (January 25, 2010 at 11:42 AM)  

Hey beautiful wahine!
Love the latest blog, your heart is so valued to me and the lovely convo's and humour and food are always a blast. Love u summer girl xx

Cassandra Frear  – (January 26, 2010 at 3:35 PM)  

It's an honor to hold these hearts so tender, so unrealized, in our hands for a while. Cherish, oh cherish, the days you've been given. Only after, will you see their full glory.

Cat  – (January 28, 2010 at 2:20 AM)  

vintage friendship....the best kind to have
beautiful!

Nishant  – (March 13, 2010 at 7:12 AM)  

Love the latest blog, your heart is so valued to me and the lovely convo's and humour and food are always a blast. Love u summer girl
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