This bench only looks lonely. It isn't. Sometimes when I drag myself around the walking trails at Meeks Park, I have to wait for this bench unless I want to sit with a stranger. Don't get me wrong -- I'm not opposed to strangers because every friend I have used to be one. But when you're out of breath and want to commune with nature -- a silent, lonely bench does the trick.
No lonely bench last Sunday, though. BIG crowd at a picnic I attended in the park with my fellow Unitics from Unity Church of the Mountains. I'm a caterer and I loved everything these beautiful people prepared and offered -- all was delightfully delish. You really can taste the love, you know. It's definitely why I'm still in business all these years, and other caterers have come and gone. The clientele (pharmaceutical reps) say my food has a "certain something"
