There are spring violets under the snow"
R. H. Newell
Sitting here yesterday afternoon, looking out at the snow, I saw a bright, beautiful cardinal in one of the fallen branches behind my house. It reminded me of my grandmother - my mother's mother - Gramma Jo. Seeing a cardinal on a cold winter day always prompted a phone call to her.
"Hi, Gram! I saw a cardinal this afternoon and it reminded me of you."
I have a box that belonged to her - a small silver-colored box with a white ceramic lid - two deep red cardinals on top. I keep it on my dresser and it reminds me of Gram.
Gram loved cardinals - and violets - and the promise of spring.
There are so many things that remind me of her. I don't know that anyone other than Grand-daddy Mechling had such an influence in my life.
When my mother was most angry with me she would tell me that I was JUST like my grandmother. She couldn't have said anything nicer. :)
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