Come In

If you were my neighbor, you'd come over to visit some mornings - 

not EVERY morning, of course, but pleasantly, some.

I'd gesture to you from the door window, "Come on in!"

While I heat water for our tea, you might eye my breakfast suspiciously, 

like my sons do. One of them recently commented,

"Mom, I can't believe you're going to actually eat that!"

(eggs, spinach, chicken sausage and black beans)

You'd probably notice these tiny key limes, and I'd rejoice to tell you  

that they cost only 99¢, then offer to juice one for your tea.

The hula girl doing her solar thing in the window 

near the rooting chocolate mint might make you laugh.

(Please let me know if you'd like to have some chocolate mint - 

there's plenty to share!)

From the kitchen sink window, the hummingbirds would definitely catch your eye. They fly right up to the window and fairly press their tiny cheeks to the glass to get a view into the kitchen. They're trying to remind me to send out fresh nectar, the demanding, tiny brutes.

Those beautiful roses deserve a good sniff - you could take one while you raid the fridge for something to cream the tea. There are perks for having a husband who travels frequently - occasionally he brings home an "I missed you!" gift.

While we sip tea, we might admire the one daylily that's still impossibly blooming - waaaayyy out there under the rosebush.

Wouldn't it be nice if you could stop by for a quick cup of tea?