Easter at Grandma's house is always something special. So far, the weather looks beautiful. But Grandma knows the weather better than anyone. And when she feels a storm way down in her bones, we all wonder how soon it will come and spoil everything.
Even the birds encourage you on with their happy tunes. Their bright springtime melodies call you out to laugh and sing and play in the sunshine - to enjoy life as you never knew was possible. It's hard to imagine that anything would want to ruin a day like this, even if it could. But never mind all that. Grandma says that the Easter storm is on its way. She's been talking about it ever since she got up this morning. And now she brought it up again. Just when I was hoping she'd forgotten all about it.