After meeting with the Koffee Klatch Group on Mondays @ 11, I usually finish up there and saunter the short distance to the jardin to get in a little "bench" time.
It is still one of my most favorite things to do.
I never know what is going to happen. Today the resident jardin dog came over, laid down and rested his head on my foot. Oh my, its a good thing eventually he moved on because I actually wondered how Velcro would react if a four legged creature came to live here that was bigger then she.
Then, while talking to my friend Angie, a woman walked up and asked if I was Babs. I admitted it.
She is Darlene who is from Houston and reads the blog. I love when readers stop to talk to me.
After all, ya'll all know about me. I know almost nothing about 99% of you.
Darlene told me they are moving to San Miguel in about a year and a half. How cool! I would have liked to find out more but she seemed to have somewhere to go or do.
After sitting on the bench for as many years as I have, you begin to notice rhythms. Those who don't live here full time walk and move faster then those of us who do live here full time.
Sooner or later, if they're lucky, they'll learn there is nothing more important or more fun then sitting on the bench and experiencing the "discovery zone".