Photo @ Sarah Potter
Grandma’s garden.
So many wonderful hours, working the earth. Every year, new plantings. Sweet-talking Grandad for the muscle work.
When her children brought their children, she was so happy. And to us, her grandkids, this was our magical playground.
Grandma would create Easter treasure hunts, decorate for Halloween, lights for Christmas, and oh boy, summertime.
4th of July was the best, cousins visiting, neighbours dropping by, barbeque, mouths watering, and sunburned faces. It was manic chaos, and awesome.
Grandma’s special place then, and for always.
Why I’ve never been surprised to see her shadow, still gently checking in. Working it. (100 words)
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story in response to a photo prompt – in 100 words or less. You can find other stories here.
RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish 
Nice to see the shadow be something less sinister. Great story!
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You painted a lovely image, when families work well there is nothing better.
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Sounds like a lot of wonderful memories were made there. How comforting.
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Aw, I love the idea of grandma checking in. It sounds like my grandmother’s place before she passed. The family gatherings in the backyard and the lovely garden.
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Sweet story. Her character shines through.
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A beautiful tale, nicely done.
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A lovely sweet story 🙂
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A happy and warm story that I enjoyed.
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Thanks James 🙂
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Lovely. Heartwarming and real.
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A heartwarming story of someone who will forever be checking in. Delightful Trish.
My yarn!
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That was a lovely, gentle story Trish.
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A wonderful story of family bonding that will last forever.
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Beautiful as I remember my grandma’s grandpa’s grand uncle all loved the out door work when I was a child very well written felt I was there xx Mary and Rosemary 💐
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Thanks Rosemary! Hello and lots of love xxx
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What a beautifully written memoir!
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Imaginating of a memoir Christine. I’m not American, to start with 😄😇
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Well, no problem because you wrote a beautiful memoir!
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That was simply beautiful.
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Thank you
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A lovely story, and an imaginative take on the prompt. We always try to do memorable things with our grandkids, too. It can be enormous fun (like the time we all went to a nail bar – first time for kids and grown-ups!)
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Nail bar. Funny 🙂
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Lovely ending Trish, whether she was really there or just a trick of the shadow. Well done.
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Some folk just can’t let go!
Sweet story, Trish
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What a sweet story. My wife is always talking about “making memories” for the grandkids. Hopefully, they will have many fond memories of all the effort she put into making such events grand and memorable.
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Shadows give us a portal into worlds of longing
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Reminded me of my Grandma!
Yes, I believe they are around checking on us.
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Dear Trish,
This has a very true ring to it. Lovely story in any event.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle. A miracle I got in so early this week. 🙂
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