When my grandma told me to look up and observe the mulberry tree and the sky today and said, "it's like an umbrella," from the chair where she drank her ice water. And then we discussed getting a tarp to catch the berries for fertilizer, and making it green so it blends in better.
And then later I helped her pick the leaves off the mint after I had finished my part.
These were small moments, but now amoung my favourite memories.
No comments:
Post a Comment