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!