Friends, what would we do without them?
If someone asked me, who's your best friend?
I'd have to answer I have three,
my Mother, my Daughter,
and
my dear friend Carol.
Let me tell you a little about Carol.
She's 70ish, one heck of a decorator who
loves primitives, flea markets, and chocolate ice cream.
Last Christmas I gave her a poem I wrote and framed
and a pint of chocolate ice cream.
Here's the poem.
Carol's Poem
The flea markets are still,
for in the wind there's a chill.
Snow beneath my feet.
I'm in need of a treat.
Ice cream I say,
And ice cream I'll eat.
Till the snow melts away
on a warm sunny day.
And the flea markets fill,
Oh, what a thrill.
Hot aching feet.
I'm in need of a treat.
Ice cream I say.
And ice cream I'll eat !
A few pictures from Carol's home.
