Wednesday, January 28, 2009
When life hands you lemons
Yellow is Holly's kitchen and post it notes. Why did Mrs. Engar put those lemon drops in that enticing glass jar on her desk? But back to Holly, lately my mind always goes back to Holly. Took this picture in Costa Rica and she said "let me see." Followed by,"Oooh I'll take a copy and put it in my kitchen." What can I/should I/could I do to help her? What would she do? I know, she would write me the nicest note that only she could write and leave it for me while I was sleeping and I would wake, read and smile. She has a gift for kind and thoughtful words. Then she would make me orange carrot cookies and brighten my day. She has a gift for anything baked. It's funny how on these colored days your eyes gravitate toward the color. I opened my fridge and saw a lemon that sits where an egg was designed to fit but I didn't see before. 'Who uses that egg holder?,' I think, and my mind goes back to Holly as it always does. She would open my fridge and say, "Mmmm, you always have such good food in here." To which I would reply "Are you kidding? There's nothing good in there." Holly does this with everything though. With hard days of nursing school, with bitter days in London town, with rain on our wedding days. "It'll work out, " I can hear her saying as though she is squeezing that lemon and holding on to the good that I didn't see before.