My oldest granddaughter came upstairs about 7:30 and she and I grabbed a shortcake and a banana, coffee and juice, grabbed our hoodies and tripped out to the gazebo in the rain. We sat in the gazebo and had our breakfast and talked about things that no one but the two of us would be interested in. I told her about Valerian/Garden Heliotrope and how the Indians called it phu (pew) because of the dirty sock smell, pointed to the Feverfew in bloom (like little daisies) and told her about how it would help migraine headaches and we talked about many of the herbs and their uses. We talked of her life as well, school, vacation, etc. It finally stopped raining and we walked around the garden and then went back to the house to be with the rest of the family. These times are "ours" and times I hope she remembers with a smile one day.
My son went fishing and his wife was finally getting a little time to comb her hair, (those girls keep her hopping) so I took the youngest on a piggy back ride over to her daddy who had just caught a fish and she wanted to kiss it. No-o-o-o!!! She didn't really kiss it - though at 2-1/2 she would have if we would have let her.
Now they've gone to see Papaw at work and I'm typing, daughter-in-law is in the gazebo getting a well-deserved break, tomato soup is on the stove, egg salad and jello with fruit cocktail, apples and nuts are in the frig and we're patiently awaiting their arrival for lunch . . . and the whirlwind begins again . . .
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We were swinging on the tire swing, running races with Daddy, learning how to sip the honey water from the honeysuckle with Mommy and picked a gallon of strawberries. I dare say that little one ate her share.
We had homemade banana ice cream for supper and my oldest one and I made peach cobbler too.
Friends, the day was grand - but GRANNY'S TIRED!!!