Dear Great Kids,
I miss you all so much! I can’t wait for you to come see me. I have so many plans for Grandma’s Camp. We are going to have fun!
This morning I went outside early to check the oil in the car before traveling to the temple, and the morning air was filled with country sounds. I heard a meadow lark singing his beautiful little tune, and then another one would echo from far off. They kept up this conversation for a long time, and then another one answered loudly from our front yard. Pretty soon I could hear about six of them join in on this early morning conference call, and in the background I could hear four or five other bird songs. The more I listened, the more sounds I heard. The woodpecker, or one of his brothers, showed up for work and began hammering on the old dead tree down the lane. How can the morning be more wonderful than filled with the sounds of birds? I wondered what they were saying to each other. I listened a long time, and finally realized they weren’t talking to each other, they were talking to me, telling me that this was a beautiful day and I should not waste a minute of it. Although I thought visiting with them was a worthwhile activity, I was reminded that I had things to do and places to be, so I came in the house and opened my windows so I could listen to their beautiful sounds of encouragement as I got ready for the day.
You will all be here soon and we will listen together, or we’ll drown out their sound with our own chatter and laughter!
Love you tons! Grandma, The Bird