Adventures in Grandmothering
In which I risk all to save a stuffed, pink elephant
This was written in October, 2021.
I live on 10 acres in rural Connecticut, and never am I more grateful for room to roam than when my granddaughter Ellie visits. To her, we live in a wonderland.
She came one fall day while her mother, my daughter Anna, visited friends.
Ellie picked a little apple off one of our trees and munched on it. She sampled raspber…