Hello Dear

I feel the cool Autumn breeze on my face and arms as it makes my skirt dance across my knees. It is grandma, of course, giving me a kiss “hello”. She always made these woods come alive with her stories of the wind fairies – and though mom said she was gone now, I know she is here.

Her presence is particularly strong as I near the edge of the woods as it spilled into the shore of the lake. I can smell her fragrance emanating from the leaves on the trees as they sway in the breeze all around me.

I hear her lyrical voice echo from the waves as they sweep against the shore and carry in the wind all around me. I see her smile reflected as the light glitters across the lakes’ surface.

Yes, grandma – I hear you – I’m fine…

Author: Mike Evans

Grandma’s Sweater

“When can I knit Ang’l?”, asked Dently. “In a while Dent”, replied Angel.  “Mom said I could help, Ang’l.”  “I know Dent – you are helping by holding the thread for me.  That’s an important role in knitting – you know.”

“Oh ok – what are we making again?”  “It will be a sweater for grandma – to help keep her warm.”  “Then, will she come outside and play with us?”  “Maybe Dent.”

Artist: Albert Anker; Author: Mike Evans