Waiting for my neighbor’s daughter on the bus. Coming this way on an overcast day.

Church Steeple in the gray sky. The other way from the bus arrival, but a nice view.

Then a couple of mocking birds showed up.

My Grandmother lived in New Jersey and she would tell my sister and me that a mockingbird would come and tell her all of the things we were up to. (We lived in Jacksonville, FL.) It was a good story.

So here they were. My grandmother is gone from this world, but hey….

You gotta love the thought of it! Hello Grandma! Miss you so!