Summer is finally here, and best of all; we are having six weeks of company from our daughter’s family.
Our daughter's family will come in twos and threes until all seven of them are in our home. Visiting right now is two of our granddaughters. So far, we’ve worked in the vegetable garden; walked through a ghost town; made meals together; slept outside on the lawn (until the dog’s constant barking at raccoons drove us inside); and swam in the neighbor’s creek.
As my teen granddaughter picked blackberries at the creek, she said, “Nana, you’ll have to write about this.”
Yes, yes, I will. Life is fodder for writing.
My teen granddaughter knows I have a passion for blackberries. I make a big deal about picking them and cooking on-top-of-the-stove cobbler. She knew; picking these berries was unique. Not only were these berries the first of the season, but where she picked them rated pretty special. In the creek in waist deep water, she held onto a maple tree branch with one hand and reached for the berries that hung over the side of the bank. She encouraged me to come over from where I sat on the other side.
When I did, she made sure she shared the fruit with me. It was indeed a sweet moment.
Until next time . . . I hope you are able to make summertime memories.
