at the table.
Sometimes I just love
simple beauty
the best.
A wooden farm table.
Big enough to fit our family of eight and some friends too.
Scratches and fork marks particularly noticeable on the corner that has seated every Keigley kid plopped in the blue and white booster seat.
A green bowl.
Bought for me by my mother when I was back in high school and she believed her daughter should have a hope chest.
A literal chest filled with dishes and cloth napkins and crystal pitchers.
Yellow lemons.
A yellow only God could make.
Too bright and too much like sunshine
to be shaped into a Crayola cylinder.
And waiting to be squeezed into lemonade by little hands.
Red bowl.
Green limes.
The lemonade was so delicious that we are attempting our own limeade next.
Yellow daffodils.
Purple violets.
Picked by miniature fingers and shoved into a jar.
Held together by a red silly band.
Offered to me from an outstretched hand
that meant for those tiny blossoms to represent love.
This table and its bounty.
It reminds me of spring.
It speaks to me of hope.
It is love and refreshment and charm.
“Let the beauty we love
be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
-Rumi
6 Comments
Jill
Oh, Lacey. There are only 3 blogs that I follow with any dedication – yours is one of them. I love your writing and your adorable kiddos and I love this post. It made my heart swell. Thank you for this one.
LaceyKeigley
Thank you.
For all the many compliments.
Truly – I appreciate them.
And now I am curious — what are the other two blogs? 🙂
Jill
http://flowerpatchfarmgirl.blogspot.com/ http://wearethatfamily.com/
🙂
LaceyKeigley
Ohh – that is good company!! Thank you!
Amanda
Lordy mercy what a sweet post.
Makes me sigh with a big feel in my heart because these are the sweet, sweet days of our lives aren't they.
LaceyKeigley
Your comment makes me smile.
I have never actually heard your voice, but I feel as if I know its inflection from this little comment.
And I like it.
Thank you.