[Inspiration]

If you came to visit me, I'd probably take out my mugs and offer to make you a cup of tea. If you drank coffee, it would already be in the pot, warm and ready. 

I would make you an omelet, with mushrooms and peppers and no guarantees that the outside wouldn't turn out brown as fresh soil. I am still learning to make omelets, so you would have to forgive me, but eggs and mushrooms and peppers, these we always have on hand. 

I would hastily wipe down the table, which is more of a dumping ground than an eating place, but has a centerpiece of flowers all the same. As the omelets were burning and the teakettle whistling, I would set down mason jars and napkins and forks. 

If you came to visit me, I'd have to hope that the living room was recently vacuumed, as the dog sheds in this hot August weather. I couldn't take you up to my room, because whenever I go up to clean, I am inspired and begin a new craft. I might run up to my room though, to grab my camera and photograph you. I am glad you came. 

I would tell you that I've been busy, but I've been happy. I would let you try my latest baking creation, if there was any left over from work. 

If you came to visit me, I would be overjoyed. We could bond again, like a bow hitting an old violin, we would find our sound. We could laugh about our burnt omelets, nod at tales of yesterday, and furrow our brows at the worries of tomorrow. 
If you came to visit me, I may not have much, but I could promise you omelets and coffee. 

This post is dedicated to Jamie. Although life sometimes gets in the way, we will always be best friends.  I'm so glad we get to be together to have omelets and coffee tomorrow morning.