Aug 29 2008
Granddaughters
Each time the gentle breeze blows the scents of summer wash over me. I can smell cut grass, flowers, fresh dirt, and the succulent scent of meat on a grill. The sounds reach me also. I can hear people laugh, dogs barking, and a lawn mower. Crows are calling out the sound of “warlock, warlock” to each other in the edge of the woods. The shrill sound of the phone knocks me out of the moment until I hear the sweet voice of my nine-year-old granddaughter. I am once again in a happy place as she tells me a cute joke. She is still at the age to share her life and secrets with her Gammy. I enjoy it while I can because in the not so distant future she will turn into a teen. I hope that she will still trust me when that time comes. For now I am thankful for the special love and closeness we share.
