We are looking forward to having our granddaughter and grandson for a few days starting Sunday afternoon. As I was outside mowing, cutting and raking, I remembered that our granddaughter was interested in making a tree house, just like her mommy and siblings tried to do when they were young. I found the trees they worked on and the only thing left is some wire.

Another thing she has been wanting to have is a lemonade stand. So I was thinking that we might be able to do that while they are here.

I went for a walk after I cleaned up and ate dinner after a long day working outside. God sent a wonderful breeze for my walk and as I went along I picked up some rocks that I thought our grandson might like to have. Different colors, shapes, sizes and the feel of them as well, smooth or rough. Thought they could be a learning moment for him. That reminded me of the walk my granddaughter and I took one day. She kept picking up rocks and handing them to me. Then I spotted one on the ground and picked it up and gave it to her. She told me, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Grammy, but I'm just not into rocks. I just find them for you because you like them so much." So her granddaddy and I decided to take her to a rock shop in another town to introduce her to some really beautiful rocks. Needless to say, she became interested in them and even took her collection we bought for her for show-and-tell.

Wish we didn't have a burn ban, because I have several piles of branches, clippings and leaves around the property that need to be burned to make things look better.

At least keeping busy helps me not miss our other grandson in Virginia and our granddaughter in Georgia as much if I were just sitting around and doing nothing.

I honestly think my Buns of Flab are turning into Buns of Steel. Plus since I am using a regular saw to cut branches instead of a chainsaw I am developing some strong arms. Yes, we have an electric chainsaw, but hubby thought I would cut something other than a tree branch. Now that is rich coming from someone who cut his leg on Halloween with a chainsaw many years ago. His doctoring consisted of putting duct tape on it. When we got home from the girl's ball game, I insisted on him going to the ER. I had called before we went in, so they were expecting us. The doctor said, "So this is the one who was re-enacting the movie, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, for Halloween!" I believe he had eleven stitches to close it up.

Oh, the stories I could tell our grandchildren about their granddaddy when they get older. But, then he has some stories to share about their grammy as well. Maybe I better leave it alone.

Blessings, Karen