A great friend of mine said last week, "Why don't I come over on Monday afternoon? We can visit. I'll bring a spinach pie for supper." I readily agreed to this wonderful plan. All weekend, whenever a tough moment came up, I remembered - I'm having spinach pie on Monday. She came. She brought a homemade spinach pie (see photo). She cut a smiling face into the top pie crust. We talked for five hours; heart to heart. We laughed. We ate delicious spinach pie. She left me three big pieces of pie for lunches this week. I feel like a rich woman. I may not have the nicest house or an expensive car. I buy my clothes off the clearance rack and the store brand frozen vegetables. But I have friends who have my back and that makes me enviable.
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