A neighbor of mine had a tea party this morning. It was a mother-daughter tea party. All the little girls wore sun dresses. We sat outside on wicker lawn chairs and fanned ourselves in the 95 degree sunshine. The cheese sandwiches sweated, the chocolate melted. The ice cream was a joke.
The invitation asked my daughter to bring her favorite tea cup. My daughter brought a brown handmade ceramic mug.
I have a lot of good friends here in this small town but sometimes I think that the only thing I have in common with them is that we are all mothers.