Huge orange roses from Lily Lodge sit on my kitchen counter next to a bowl of kumquats, a gift from a grateful dinner guest, a treat for me, as I concoct ginger, lemon & honey tea for the sick child. Little is sick a lot. Ever since she was a baby her colds were worse than other people's. I don't fuss over her too much, but bring her breakfast and tea and fresh glasses of water. Sometimes I rub her back or lie on her bed with the dogs. "I don't feel so good Mamma" she says in the most pathetic voice she can muster.
Hospital is an interesting way to mark time. What has been done and what has not comes into stark relief. Watching hours while away is not pretty.
It is humbling to have friends who send such beautiful flowers.