Here is some fruit ripening on the vine.
A couple of Sunday evenings ago, we sat on the porch and ate and talked about how out of place we felt at the downtown bars full of college kids. We were both at new stages in our lives. A year ago she had been with the love of her life, making plans with him for all of the things they were going to do when her son got better. Her fiance got sick and died within a few months and now her son was better, and she had to make new plans. I could rarely make plans in the past, because my oldest daughter did so many activities and I had an unreliable ex. Now, my oldest daughter was away at college and my youngest daughter didn't have quite the agenda of the eldest.
So, it was, that my friend and I both found ourselves single, with more time on our hands than we were used to. We kicked around alternatives to the downtown bar scene. I wasn't able to do half of her list, because I didn't have the finances she had and she crossed off about half of my list, because she wasn't quite as outdoorsy or introspective as I am (I'm sure very few people are), so camping or fishing, or sitting by herself reading and writing didn't really appeal to her.
Even discounting our various ideas, our combined list was pretty large. We agreed on going to a vineyard a ways out of town that had wine tasting and Friday night music, kicked around joining a group in town that rented a pottery studio and did ceramics on given evenings, day kayaking/canoeing trips, running 5K's, getting her into biking, getting our women friends together to check out a cute little restaurant with outdoor seating a town or two away from us, showing outdoor movies on a screen at her house, possibly helping each other with house projects and I had never tailgated at a football game and wanted to try that out for the first time this Fall. It felt good to be overwhelmed with options.