Darcie over coffee

Last week dear friends from out of town filled our home with noise and laughter and great conversation-before they left we already missed them. . .
And any cracks in our days filled up with work, play, and worthy pursuits-no empty spaces in the entire week, so it seemed.
Yesterday I told John, " A Saturday with nothing planned sounds delicious. . ."
But at 8 a.m. Luke texted, We're going to the river with our bikes.
We called back; he was at the bakery buying coffee and almond croissants and they would be at the river in 15 minutes. "I'll buy a few more croissants," he said.
We couldn't resist.
Julia and I chose our favorites from a carpet of wild flowers-of course, she chose pink, I chose orange and brown.