This sweet whimsical vase was a birthday gift one year from a very good friend. I loved it immediately, named it Emilene, and have no earthly idea why, but filled it right away with pussy willows from another friend’s yard.

Everytime I walk into the kitchen I smile at Emilen, tell her good morning, and wish her a happy day. I hope she knows how much joy she continues to give me. When I look at this vase in a certain light, early in the morning, it almost seems as if she has an aura about her. I’m sure of it.

Dennis and I like the pussy willows so much we planted our own pussy willow bush out in the front flower bed, but so far it has a multitude of green leaves, but no pussy willows yet.  We’re still hoping. Until we manage to grow our own, Emilene will just have to make do with the pussy willows she’s been given until new ones arrive.

In some strange way it reminds me of life. Sometimes we hope for new things. Sometimes the new things we’d like to have float into our lives, but sometimes they do not. Luck of the draw, I guess. But I do know it’s best to appreciate what you already have in life, instead of waiting for something new and different. Emilene and I are happy just the way we are.