Sunday, Sunday....

Brr....it is a cold, rainy Sunday....the kind my granny used to so dread. She always said that Sunday's like this were the worst for her. I take after her in so many ways. Well, not sure I take after, as much as I do alot of things or think along her lines of life. I love listening to the ''night sounds'' she always called them. The crickets, the wind, rustling of the leaves, the car way down the road. So many different sounds when the world is winding down for sleep. Then she always awoke when she worked, very early. I remember walking with her, hearing the sounds of the early morning, the smells of the earth, even breakfast cooking from an open window. Even in the town she lived in back then, you would hear a rooster crow in the morning. People slept with windows open and doors wide, to let in any breeze that might come. Very few had air inside.
But, when she got older, and I got older, she said no one came to visit as much. She loved to have someone close to her all the time....well, we all do. She loved to talk to you and also she would listen to you. Never mattered to her what was said, just as long as there was someone there to just converse with.
I never go through a Sunday such as this without thinking of my precious Gran....I miss her so much, and am glad when someone reminds me I am like her! Guess that is why I love the outdoors so much!
Good Sunday to all. Thx for stopping by.