Now, I understand
Jun. 17th, 2014 06:04 amThe 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.

Doris Balding Williams, in her garden in 1972
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.

Doris Balding Williams, in her garden in 1972
Lovely
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Date: 2014-06-22 01:01 am (UTC)Nancy from My Ancestors and Me
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Date: 2014-06-22 02:30 am (UTC)