I've been sleeping with the vents on the AC closed, the ceiling fan turning, and my windows open. This brings on the best sleep - the kind that babies enjoy. In fact I remember tent camping when our sons were babies and seeing the happy look on their faces as they crawled out of their tangle of blankets eager for the buckwheat pancakes their daddy was already preparing over the old rusty campstove.
The delicious sleep I will be enjoying til the summer heat starts to invade my dreams is reminding me of spending summers with my grandmother. We'd arise early in the morning to find clouds of morning mist floating above the groud in her front yard and in the fields across the road. By the time we'd finished breakfast and were heading outside to either plant some peas in her garden, or to harvest something else there, the mist was but a memory.
My grandmother always had the most kind smile on her face, and time I got to spend alone with her was so precious to me. Afterall she had, I think 17 grandchildren, and more great grandchildren than I can recall. I didn't even like sharing her with my brother and sister.
But dear sweet Emma, had a heart big enough for all of us, and I doubt that we realized how blessed we were to have had her in our lives.
I don't have much else to add to this post, honestly, I just have my grandmother on my mind lately and wanted to share this memory of her before it slipped my mind.
I hope those of you who read here are enjoying my memories, and my opinions, because I have plenty of both, that's for sure.
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My grandmother died when I was 9. I have very few memories of her, but one that sticks in my mind is her hair. She used to keep it long and she would wind it up over and over until she had a sausage like shape over each ear. It used to fascinate me because she was the only person I knew with long hair.
ReplyDeleteAll my other grandparents died before I was born. I always envy people just a little for having loving memories like yours.
Chris, I understand that completely. I wish now that I'd had more time with her when I was a child but I was not as brave as my sister and brother in spending summer days with her.
ReplyDeleteI remember, though, seeing her hair down for the first time in my life during one of my summer visits. It was down to the small of her back, but so thin that it made a very small bun on the back of her head.
She was my last grandparent to die. I don't remember my grandfather, her husband because I was so young. But I have fond memories of both my mothers parents and that country store they ran.
And, about the envy, I'm sure we all have a bit of it for each of our friends in some way. My envy of you has to to with where you live, and the amazing photos you take of your outings. I wish you'd look into selling prints, or making cards, and selling them. Your work would sell well at the art markets around here. I think others at LJ have said the same to you.