Tuesday, June 17th, 2014 06:04 am
The older I get, the more I understand some of the things my grandmother, Doris Balding Williams, did.

Now, I understand the only-damp-but-not-soiled paper towel lying on the kitchen counter, ready to be used again.

Now, I understand the clotheslines strung up in the garage, and the car parked in the driveway.

Now, I understand the empty boxes of Russell Stovers candies. With me, it's those paper bags with the sturdy handles.

Now, I understand the joy of moving slowly through the garden making new discoveries every day. And sharing them with others.

Now, I understand leaving the sewing machine up. All the time.

Grandma Dee, it took me a half century, but now I understand.
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Doris Balding Williams, in her garden in 1972