We just returned from an unplanned trip to my parent's house (or for our pups, Nana and Papa Bear's house). Leaving this time of year when all the plants are growing in full swing is not a simple task. Even with the large tanks the Hydroponics need water refills every couple of days, plus we are starting Fall seedlings which need daily attention, and don't even get Farmer Mike started on weeding! It's not really "over the river and through the woods," but tallying 12 hours each way, it's quite the little journey.
We all know the song, but the memories this song evokes varies from person to person. It may be the smell of warm apple pie wafting from the kitchen. Gingham patterned apron hugs and a hearty stew on a cold day or sitting on the swing at twilight singing hymns together in harmony.
Imagination transforms a dining table and sheets into a fort, a bed into a trampoline, and a couch set into an indoor jungle gym. Then, of course, there are green fields to run and play with your ears flapping in the breeze and as many cookies as you can eat and belly rubs as your heart desires.
Okay, maybe that last one is more for my fur babies.
Grandmother, Mamaw, Oma, Babushka, Grannie, or Nana, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. As long as the warmth of her love and kindness fills the house, Grandma's will forever be magical!