When life hands you lemons

They say when life hands you lemons that you should make lemonade. Sometimes, I just don’t want to make lemonade. It’s not that I don’t like it, or that I just don’t want to deal with the mess (although…); it’s simply that I lack the motivation to get off my tush, pick them off the tree, wash them, peel them….

Life is like that some times.  I’ve been writing about positivity and all that stuff but, honestly, it’s hard work. Isn’t it enough to just sit quietly and listen to the quiet all around? We don’t always have to change the moment into something else. There’s plenty of thoughts (good and bad) whirling around my head. It’s nice to just let it be and see if a little quiet can be found. Sometimes, there’s nothing that will improve upon the silence.

And so…

I just sit here and look at the lemons on the trees. The light hits them just-so. The yellow, I think, is the same color as the happy face stickers I used to collect as a little girl. The blossoms and fruit are so plentiful from all the rain we have been having that my tree leans way over onto the walkway. I should probably do something about that sometime soon. But not today.

There are honey bees buzzing all around the blossoms. I’m allergic, you know: to the bees (not the lemonade).