My friend Marta

This is Marta.

  When I was 21 and in beauty school I did a LOT of pedicures.  I had my own mini clientele.  Marta and her friends came every month.  I knew the first time I met her that her and I had harmonious spirits.  We laughed and talked and worked on those callused feet!  I finished beauty school and as life took me here and there, Marta was always there with me.  She has been a comfort, a confidant and friend to me all these years.  She is a brilliant artist, quite a comedian (even when she hasn’t intended to be!) and has a fine tuned listening ear.  Marta often comes bearing gifts: wind chimes, treats, and even sweet letters in the mail.  She has brought me many plants over the years. I killed the majority of them. (She started bringing my seeds after I killed half a dozen lantana, the said-to-be unkillable plant)  I credit her for my ability to keep house plants alive today via trial and error.  She brings books and love to my children, and they adore her.  I feel privileged to know her and call her my friend.  Love you Marta!