
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.