Life became more complicated this year in a good way. Adding three
new babies to the mix has kept us all hopping, especially since the
youngest of the three has CF and has had to be hospitalized several
times.
It has been hard to pay enough attention to the details to find things
to write about. But, the fog is beginning to thin a bit for me, and there
are sparkles of sunshine popping through again. If that doesn't make
sense to you, not to worry. I just said it because I like the way it
sounds.
A week or so ago, Bill and family were here working on their new
place and the grandies were all running in and out (despite the cold and
wet weather). I had a plate on the counter that had biscuits leftover from
breakfast and a piece of bacon or two. Every few seconds, one of the
grandies would say, "Granma, can I have a biscuit?" Then they would
grab one and run out. I was reminded of the days when my own boys
would go down to G'ma Opal's, walk in the front door, say hi to G'ma,
go into the kitchen, open the microwave, and take out a biscuit or two
and a piece of bacon or hog jowl. Then as they munched on that, they
would go out the back door and take off to do whatever was in their
devious little mind at the time.
It has been a stormy and balmy February day today. This evening was
drippy and foggy. Kathleen, Colyn, Peeta, and Judah spent the afternoon
with me, and I took them home after dinner. When Kathleen stepped out
of the car, she paused to listen, and then said, "Granma, you know what is
my favorite night-time sound? It is the frogs."
The peepers were going at it hammer and tong. Lovely, lovely, February
when the peepers are peeping. A nice promise of springtime to come.
And, that wasn't the only sign today of the coming of spring. I heard and then
saw a flock of geese heading north. Oh yes, geese, go to those frozen spots
in Canada and remind them that Spring is on its way.
