Now that the spring sun is getting a bit more consistant, I’m seeing an awful lot of dust and cobwebs and things I’d rather not know about. (Is that a mouse dropping or a thistle seed?) I remember that my grandmother was a fanatic about keeping a spotless home. She’d pick every speck of lint of the floor, and rub a sleeve over mirror smudges. It was a constant vigil, but dirt never slept. That’s why it was so shocking to me when one day I noticed her stove top wasn’t all that clean. At first I thought I had arrived too early, and she hadn’t had time to clean up after a baking spree. (She was an amazing cook!) But as time went on I noticed other places in her home that weren’t as sparkly and fresh as in the past. I think that is the first time the icy realization that my grandmother was getting older really splashed in my face. It wasn’t that her vigil was over, she simply couldn’t see as well as she used to. Grandma would often mention she couldn’t smell the fragrance of flowers as before, and when her sense of smell faded, so did her appetite.
As much as I dislike seeing cobwebs in our house, I’m appreciative that I still have all my senses in working order. That had better be a thistle seed.