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…One Is Silver And The Other Gold

Last week I talked about Friends– about making new ones and trying to fit them into your grown-up life, about keeping the old ones who have known you forever… (reminds me of that Girl Scout song, ‘Make new friends, but keep the old…’)  And today, I find myself talking about them again.  Well, one friend in particular.  And this one friend I have known since the 6th grade.  She’s my goofball friend, the one with whom I can laugh at any occasion (appropriate or not), the one to whom I can say incredibly inappropriate things and she wouldn’t bat an eyelash, the one with whom I have gotten into tiny amounts of (innocent) trouble many, many times in the past…

She and I went for a long run yesterday morning, stopped at the Farmer’s Market so I could buy a couple things for dinner, and on our way back through Davidson, we decided to stop at my parent’s house.  But before we got there, we decided we needed to visit an old hideout we hadn’t been to in, oh…15 years or so.  I won’t name the exact location, but any of you local Davidsonians who knew me/us back when we were teens probably know the spot pretty well…  Let’s just say in order to get to this hideout spot, some climbing is involved…it may or may not be the rooftop of a local building.  And the last time we did the climbing we were teenagers, and our point of entry wasn’t dilapidated and overgrown with poison ivy and cobwebs like it is now.  But, you can’t stop us when we decide we’re doing something.  So after initially staring at the wall and the roof and trying to Spiderman our way up there, then trying to stack one rotten tree stump on top of another rotten tree stump to use as a step stool, my brilliant plan was to have her stand on my back and then hoist herself up…which she did.  Then we realized I had to get up there too.  So she, sitting on top of the roof, pretty much inside of an overgrown tree, found an air vent to grab ahold of, and reached out her leg for me to use as a handle.

‘Just grab onto my foot and pull yourself up!’
…said the 13 year old me.

I grabbed onto her flexed foot, she grabbed onto that air vent, and I pulled myself up with sweaty knees and forearms.  And once I got to the top, we both stood up and squealed like the children we used to be, did a little dance and took it all in- the view from up there felt familiar.  It felt both peaceful and exciting all at the same time.  I looked down at her leg.

‘(gasp) You’re bleeding!!!’

She looked down at mine.

‘(gasp)  You are too!!!”

…in unison-

‘We’re bleeding!!!!”

(laughter.  lots and lots of laughter)

We walked over to our old spot and sat down.  We were a little out of breath, a lot excited, and a lot happy.  We decided we needed to take pictures.  This place was about to be torn down and we knew it would be our last chance to relive these memories.  So I opened up the camera timer I have on my iPhone and looked for a place to prop it up.  This part took about 15 minutes- us trying to figure out how to properly prop my phone up in a gutter, have me push the button and then get into position (up on a roof, mind you), all within the 5 seconds the timer gave me to do so.  There are A LOT of outtakes from that…

this is merely one of them.


But we finally got the shot we wanted, and made sure to get one of our banged up legs.
We were proud of those scrapes, we were wearing those like battle wounds….we didn’t even mind the moderate stinging sensation that was happening considering we were also still quite sweaty from our run.
My parents showed up a little later (I won’t tell you how they knew we were up there…that would surely incriminate us) and my mom began taking pictures.


Look at those two.  Thirty two and Thirty three years old, up on a roof, laughing like children, high on life and memories.
“Don’t let go!  (laughter) Don’t YOU let go!!”

We didn’t wanna leave.  We were having the time of our lives up there on that roof, that place where we used to spend hours and hours of our time as children.  We secretly scaled that wall and did our homework up there on that roof, we wrote songs up there, we laughed and probably even cried up there on that roof.  We stared at clouds and stars, we talked about boys and life and how being best friends was the most important thing in the world.  And what’s interesting is that most of that hasn’t changed.  Up there on that roof yesterday, we talked about boys, we talked about life, we sang our song, we laughed and probably even cried up there on that roof.  We are older now, both of us thought silently.  We are older and wiser now, up here on this roof, breaking the rules, but doing it for the best reason in the world- for friendship.  For a bond that cannot be broken.When I called my friend to come run with me early yesterday morning, I only knew I wanted to see her.  What I didn’t know is what the morning would turn into.  And now, I feel as though we went into battle together and came out stronger and happier…with the wounds to prove it.Then…

…It’s all fun and games (and poetic) until you realize you have to get back down again.

We considered camping out up there for awhile, just sort of making it our home…but then we thought our families may miss us (we had momentarily forgotten that we were, in fact, mothers and not teenagers…that’s the power of a good, old friendship).  So my mom (and the family pit bull) stood there in the yard, trying to convince us to find a way to climb down, like we did to get up…but we knew what we had to do-we knew we had to go for it.  We looked at each other, that mischeivious glimmer we both get in our eyes before we know something awesome is about to happen, and we knew we needed to go old school.  We knew we needed a proper 13 year old dismount.

On the count of three…

Tuck and roll, baby.  Tuck and roll.
It was some of the most fun I have had in a long time.  It was an incredible rush.  It felt like old times, up there on that roof.  We just sat up there in the silence, looking at the sky, looking at the trees and the flowers, and forgot about anything and everything else that we had going on in our lives.  We didn’t think about our schedules or our work, or the people who depended on us for things, we were just…US.
That’s the beauty of a good friendship.  You can go days, weeks, months, years without seeing one another and once you finally do again, whether you’re on solid ground or a wonky, abandoned rooftop, you slip right back into your old selves again.  And now we’ll have the scars to prove it…and possibly the poison ivy.


Make new friends, but keep the old.  One is silver and the other gold.  
A circle is round, it has no end.  That’s how long I will be your friend.  
A fire burns bright, it warms the heart. We’ve been friends from the very start.
You have one hand, I have the other.  Put them together, we have each other…
Across the land, across the sea.  Friends forever we will always be.
And here’s the recipe I made using some of the stuff I got from the Farmer’s Market yesterday…it’s so simple, but a perfect way to showcase the edible beauty that summer brings.
*Peach Caprese Salad with Tarragon
Shown here as a part of our dinner last night- Roasted Chicken Legs and Blistered Corn…and a glass (or two) of 2013 Christian Salmon Sancerre


This can barely be called a recipe, it’s just about combining certain ingredients to make them something magical, but it is so good that you will want to make it all the time this summer- when the peaches and tomatoes are sweet and juicy, and the herbs are as vibrant as the sun.All you do is layer or stack thick slices of ripe peaches (any variety), tomatoes (any variety or size) and fresh mozzarella, then add a few basil leaves and sprinkle with finely chopped tarragon.  Drizzle with the best extra virgin olive oil you have, season with flaky sea salt and freshly cracked black pepper... And eat!!!







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