A TIME TO TALK When a friend calls to me from the road and slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed. And shout from where I am, "What is it?" No, not as there is a time talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit. ~Robert Frost And if we haven't learned during this Covid experience that it is the little things, the chat with