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Topic: RAIN (04/18/19)
- TITLE: The Weeds Too
By Yvonne Blake
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Granny Greta pointed her thin, arthritic hand at the array of picture frames. “Now mind those photos!”
“Yes, Ma’am,” answered Tanya, as she carefully picked each one up and swished the dust cloth beneath them. Granny Greta had three children, six grandchildren, and one great-grandchild. Tanya was learning their names, for Granny talked about her family each week. “That one’s Billy. He’s the oldest grandson and lives in Chicago. The next one is his brother, Mike. He’s the one that got married and has the little girl, Amelia. She must be about four months old now.”
Tanya made sure Amelia’s picture was near her father’s. She picked up the next one of a young girl in braids and braces. “This is Trudy, right?”
“Yes, she’ll be graduating from college this spring. I need to remember to send her a card with some money in it.” Granny shuffled through the stack of notebooks and papers on the table beside her. She found a pen. “Could you reach that box of greeting cards for me, dear?”
Tanya dusted under Trudy’s picture frame. “You haven’t seen her in a long time, have you?”
Granny reached a wobbly hand for the photo. “No, I haven’t.” She brushed a finger over the girl’s face. “But I know she’s busy with her job and studies and friends and such.”
Tanya didn’t think Trudy could be too busy to write or call her grandmother, but she kept her opinion to herself. “This is Jasmine and her brothers, Jake and Jerry, right?” She stared at picture of the red-headed boys. “I can never remember which is which.”
“The one on the left is Jake. I never saw someone love fishing as much as he does. They’ve invited me to their tenth birthday party.” She opened her address book.
While Granny searched for appropriate cards, Tanya worked her way around the room, dusting and picking up various objects that Granny had dropped. She accidentally knocked over a basket and a ball of pink yarn rolled across the room. “Oh! I’m sorry.” She quickly wound it back up, to return it to its place. She carefully lifted up a crocheted piece that had fallen out. A rainbow of colors tumbled onto her lap. “Oh, did you make this?”
Granny nodded. “Yes, that’s for Amelia for Christmas. I hope I’m done by then. It takes me so much longer than it used to.”
“I didn’t know you made afghans.” Tanya gently folded it back up, careful not to unravel the intricate stitches. “Did you make one for all the grandkids?”
“Yes, I’ve made one for each of my children and their children. This one is probably the last one.” She slowly flexed her twisted fingers. “These hands just can’t do what they used to.”
Tanya patted the soft blanket. “Did they like what you made them? I’ve never seen any thank-you cards from your grandkids. Don’t they know all the work it took to make them?”
“It doesn’t matter. Every time I send them a card or gift, I tell them that I love them and that I pray for them.” Granny picked out a card with a fish for Jake. “The twins don’t write letters, but they visit often and give me lots of hugs. That’s enough for me.”
“But not Trudy. It’s not right.”
Granny put her pen down. “Tanya Honey, go to my window, and look outside.”
Tanya pulled aside the lace curtain. Every branch and leaf was bent down beneath the falling rain.
“Which plants are wet?”
Tanya shrugged. “Well, all of them, of course.”
“Yes, of course.” Granny smiled. “God waters the weeds just as much as he waters the flowers and vegetables. He gives us all good things, whether we deserve them or not, whether we are thankful or not.”
Tanya hung her head. “I’m not thankful enough.”
“We’d be in hard shape if we only got God’s blessings when we deserved them.” She picked up her pen again and continued to write a note on the card. “I don’t care if I get thank-you cards or not. What matters is that my children and grandchildren know that I love them.”
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