HAPPY SEVENTH

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PINK SATURDAY!!

 

We’ve matured together like fine wine, ripened like sun-kissed grapes, rounded like the most luscious fruit, become mellower and sweeter and more intriguing.  We’ve grown in knowledge and character, in depth of quietude and serenity within ourselves.

Seven years---that's three-hundred and sixty-five Saturdays, one for each day in the year---imagine posting and coordinating a group and keeping up with all the attendant links and colours and people involved---pink chapeaux doff to Beverly, our inestimable Hostess, for bringing together such a wonderful, far-reaching group of people, whose interests and lives we've shared, and more than a few who have become fast friends.

Seven years is also the prescribed frame for miracles, for growth, for apprenticeship and learning and service, for the completion of things, the storing-up, and the rounding of the times to new eras.   We’ve seen this turning of the seasons, and we’re still here, still together, still liking each other, still keeping in touch.

And I SWEAR we haven’t AGED A BIT!