I miss the lost art of visiting. I miss stopping by to see people without agenda or purpose. I miss running over to a neighbor’s because you have some fresh tomatoes to share or a mess of squash that needs to be turned into a casserole.

I miss having people roll up into the yard and Mama unflinchingly making a pot of coffee and slicing a fresh pound cake.

One doesn’t send a meeting invite for visiting. There’s no need to RSVP.

Thanks for visiting A Chick’s View – the door isn’t locked, just shut the screen so that the flies stay out and rest a bit. Hopefully, our universes will align and for a moment you will feel a kindred, cool breeze on the porch swing.