Bestemor

I had a grandmother.

Actually, I had two, as does everyone else I guess.

My maternal grandmother lived on in a large house on a small estate in Larchmont.

My paternal grandmother lived in a second floor apartment in Mount Vernon, the whole time I knew her.

They have both moved on to heaven.

I always thought I would be a mother.

And I am, to four absolutely fantastic, handsome, creative, children.

But I stood still once and turned around.......and now I am a grandmother.

I never thought about being a grandmother.  It seems that I'm way too young for the role.  Although most grandmothers I know are younger than I.  Sigh

But a couple of months ago my beautiful granddaughter turned one.

One whole year of her life already experienced in her amazing life.

She is really quite brilliant, as most grandmothers know about their grandchildren.

 She can point to her nose when asked where it is!!!  And if requested to clap her hands, she does so with a big smile.

Her mom puts her hair into the cutest waterfall pony tails.  And dresses her in pink!

And her Papa and I love her to pieces.

Proverbs 17:6  "Children's children are a crown to the aged."

Psalm 103:17  "But from everlasting to everlasting the Lord's love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children's children."

Harper's Secret Garden

Someone once wrote "Heaven Is A Garden".

 I think that's probably true.

And yet we create magnificent gardens right down here on earth.

Formal gardens,

 Cottage gardens, Vegetable gardens, Kitchen gardens, Front yard gardens,

Rooftop gardens, Woodland gardens, Rock gardens, Wildflower gardens

English gardens.

A garden is a vision, a plan, a creation.

Art.

It's a path, leading to somewhere, or nowhere.

Anticipation.

A garden is hard work,

Reward,

Sometimes disappointment.

A garden is color,

Green, or white, yellow, or red, blue, orange or purple.

It's flowers, vegetables, trees, shrubs, boulders, fountains, worms, bees and birds.

But growth and quiet activity.

And this is my little granddaughter's garden.

Underneath the 80 year old maple tree,

 Three hollowed out tree stumps lay,

Filled with pink, and a small chair, and a basket of books.

I think, perhaps, when she Comes From Away,

We will be in the garden together.

Reading.