I spent yesterday here at the farm in the company of two delightful ladies, complete strangers to me. Let me see if I can explain how they came to be here, and the six degrees of separation of people who are actually connected by common acquaintance.
Sandy and I graduated from the same small girls' school, but we lost contact for nearly fifty years. I've known my friend Florence almost from the time I moved to Sacramento in the late seventies. Florence and Dan moved to Fiddletown (a couple of hills over) a few years after Steve and I moved to Fair Play. Sandy and I reconnected some years back, and she then shared my blog with Kit, her ex-sister-in-law, and Kit began to leave fun comments. Kit came to Fiddletown to visit her aunt (no relation to Sandy). It was surprising enough that someone from southern California knew that Fiddletown exists. Kit wanted to meet the big and little girls at Farview, so I invited her and her aunt for lunch, since they'd be so close. It turned out that Aunt Katherine had sold Florence and Dan their property in Fiddletown, we had a number of friends in common, and that it's a small world after all. (Oh good grief...now I'll be humming that all day long!) I'm just sorry that Sandy couldn't have made the circle complete.