looking over my kitchen table this morning I can see just how much I have learned from my father’s mother. it is decorated with jellies and preserves, the strawflowers we grew in her garden after the ones she helped me plant as a child, the little baby cozy I just finished making (graciously modeled by my son’s stuffed monkey) lying snug on an afghan, each made with the knowledge she took the time to share with me.
it’s difficult for me to imagine a world without two good grandmothers (what I’ve mentioned here is a small sample of the impact of just one of them!). my Mund is awfully lucky to have two of his own, as well as the chance to share in mine.
if you’ve ever lost one, or if you never had one, my heart goes out to you. here is your invitation to come and sit with me and mine. there is always room at the table, in the garden, always tea in the cupboards, extra hooks and far too much yarn.
