I recall that one day, when I was about 9 years old, I complained to my Nana that time was dragging. Her simple reply has echoed in my memory time and time again, “Just wait till you get older. The older you grow the faster time will fly.” This didn’t make any sense to my young mind but, as always, Nana told the truth.
Recently I spent a few days with our youngest son and his young family. I find that being a Nana is more delightful that I could have ever imagined. Being the mother of grown sons, I have emotions at times which flit from delighted to wistful. They grew up too soon…the hours passed by too rapidly…..
Now we are in the season of the year where I get to spend a lot of time in the garden. It is exciting to see the plants that return to fill our garden bed with abundance of color and fragrance. To discover a secret seed that has dropped from a previous year’s squash or tomato and is now emerging from a winter’s rest to announce itself in the midst of my onion row is a treat.
Life is full of joyful surprises.