It was a cold, gray Sunday and another family joined ours to eat at a Mexican restaurant after church. Maybe the gray skies and the brown grass made me ultra-sensitive to color. Because when the server brought my usual choice of restaurant beverage–ice water with a lemon wedge–I couldn’t help but notice how my lemon looked so beautifully yellow like a summer sunshine.
I hate to get all philo on you, but it made me think that we should all take the time to stop and enjoy the natural beauty around us. Like the bright yellow that God painted the lemons.
Even the winter grays have such a presence about them, and I’m always admiring the negative space between the bare tree limbs where they meet the sky.