8:184) Ginny Little 24-APR-98 13:39

I look outside past my computer monitor and see my grandmother's bird feeder, now turned squirrel feeder in my front garden. Mike is out weeding round the flowers. I think of days in Grandma's back yard in lawn chairs drinking pink lemonade from a glass straw. She wondered about how long it took for squirrels to have babies and only saw them mate once in her lifetime. She spent countless hours staring out her kitchen window at the animals and birds. They always bathed in her bird bath, but won't come to mine. Yesterday I missed my grandmother as I listened to my mother complain. Grandmother was complacent and simple and I was more like her, which always hurt my mother's feelings.