Once upon a fine spring morning there was a patch of earth on the edge of a large yard. It was stuck in the corner, far away from the house. Nobody noticed it much.
When the ground was just beginning to warm and the worms were just waking up from their long winter’s rest, [...]
It’s kinda weird I guess. Most people have tokens of remembrance and heirlooms like jewelery, or photos, notes or cards, maybe a fishing pole and tackle box. I have Gilly’s boots.
Gilly was my grandma. Mom’s mom. Her name was Gilda, but I called her Grandma Gilly from the get-go. One of 10 kids raised on [...]
This was my Grandma Gilly’s favorite poem. She wrote it down for me, in her beautiful penmanship that she was so proud of, when my children were small. The author is unknown.
Dandelions and Grass
Dandelions and grass
Clasped in a chubby hand,
Starry eyed, so pleased with himself,
Never a bouquet so grand.
Slightly wilted, with drooping leaves,
Received as the [...]
On Thursday I babysat my Granddaughter in the morning. It was a beautiful sunny day. She wanted to play outside. We made some chalk drawings and wandered around her backyard looking at the growing things. She is so observant and I love the 4 year old perspective on nature.
After being out for a while and [...]