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“Hey! You Got Eyeballs In There?” Book IV: Grandma 48. So Many Flowers
Hey! You Got Eyeballs In There?
By Kate Chamberlin
As Grace grows up, some of her stories are happy, some trying, some enlightening, and a few themes are sad, but, they’re all the warp and woof of what goes into the tapestry of life we call Family. The daily living skills and techniques demonstrated by the fictional characters in these stories are valid, tried and true.
Book IV: Grandma Grace
#43. Charles and David
#44. Grandma Grace’s S’mores
#48. So many Flowers
“Well, at least you didn’t sprain anything this time,” Grandma said. “While we’re here, let’s see if there are any spring flowers left and find some of the summer wildflowers.”
They found that the trillium were all gone, but the Blue Coshes had set clusters of little, blue berries.
“Sarah, look at these,” Liam said. “Weird!”
“Grandma,” Sarah, said,” It has small, whitish, speckled berry clusters on really tall leafy stems. What are they?”
“That sounds like the False Solomon’s Seal,” Grandma said. “The little berries will turn red in the fall.”
As they passed out of the wood’s canopy, the cicada reclaimed their territory with a loud, raspy rattling racket. The sunlight blazed upon the meadow full of Daisies, Black-eyed Susan, Mouse-eyed Hogweed, Joe-Pye Weed, Milk Weed, and feathery grasses making a beautiful tapestry of color that shimmered as a gentle wind sent them all into motion.
“Grandma, can I dig up and take some of the wildflowers home for my souvenir this time?” Liam asked the next day.
“The drumlin woods was carved out by the glacier and the bog has unique acid properties that these wildflowers thrive on. If you took them home, they would probably die,” Grandma said. “How about using Granddad’s digital camera to shoot some photos to take home?”
For Sarah’s souvenir, she chose one of the pitchers from Grandma’s collection. It was a short, squat pot with a raised picture of a Pitcher Plant on one side.
Soon they were both asleep in the backseat of the car. And, yes, Liam’s pile of wildflower photographs scattered onto the car floor, just like the wild flowers on the floor of the Drumlin Woods.
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