"A Time to Talk"

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven’t hoed,

And shout from where I am, “What is it?”

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade end up and five feet tall,

And plod; I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

Robert Frost

This poem is my favorite and is the inspiration for my blog.  There is no doubt that in this busy and fast-paced world it is sometimes hard to slow down and take the time to talk.  There are meetings to attend, kids to pick up, and mounds of e-mails and phone calls to return.  But what a treat when someone, no matter how busy, takes a moment to make a personal connection and asks, “How are you?”  “How is your family?”  “Did you have a good day?” 

At one time, friendly visits were a way of life, and folks in my grandparents’ generation were experts at it.  Most Sundays were spent riding around and stopping by to visit with friends and family.  These visits usually included a cup of coffee, a fresh-baked cookie, or a piece of delicious homemade pie. 

And while coffee and pie probably won’t be a part of the visiting I hope to do on this blog, I’m looking forward to taking the time to share some pieces of my life, make some new friends, and explore all kinds of topics and new ideas. 

Thanks for taking the time to join me in a friendly visit!   

All the best,
Kelly