Smiling, I said, "Hi Gramma!"
My grandmother wasn't much of a pet person, but she loved wild birds. When I was little I used to help her feed them. I'd scoop a Cool Whip container into a big tin garbage can filled to the brim with bird seed. Then, I'd fill the feeders all over her yard. She taught me to leave some seeds in the crooks of low tree branches. A surprise for some lucky bird who would happen upon them later.
When she moved in with us, to become a full time nanny to my two year old twin brothers, she was 87. In the mornings, after tending to them, she would put them down for naps and sit on the deck, overlooking the hill with the woods. She watched the birds.
She liked chick-a-dees, and sparrows, and cardinals. She did not like Blue jays. Bullies.
Now I admit I'm a bit woo-woo, but not so woo-woo to think the cardinal on the snow covered path today was actually my Gramma.
But he did trigger the memories, and suddenly there she was,sitting with her coffee and rye toast, enjoying the sounds of the birds.
She only went to school through the eighth grade and was so proud of me with my college education. She was so happy to see me engaged to Todd.
"Things have a way of working out," she always said.
She said lots more things, but that is what I heard today. Walking, walking, worrying about the kids,worrying in general, red bird, Gramma, things have a way of working out.
And they do you know.