Mindful Insanity

Granny Beth

There was green, green everywhere. Plants going up so high they were taller than us. Vines were so thick they covered anything that wasn't green. Bushes were dotted every few feet on either side of a walkway. The walkway was made of sturdy gray stones.

But flowers, every kind of flower imaginable. Purple lilacs, rainbow tulips, white orchards. Blue calla lilies. Orange lilies. Yellow marigolds. Some white pachysandras. Yellow pagodas. And a few pink peonies and Passion flowers here and there. That wouldn't even be half of them. There were so many plants I couldn't recognize. this was sure to be a garden oasis.

"Welcome to my granny's garden!" yelled Remi.

She took and pulled Marina's hand and went along the path, what should have been southward toward where there were more and more Passion flowers. Then we reached a sad concrete 4x4 sidewalk path. I sighed. It led from the back door to the front door, I guessed. But I think it ruined the majesticness of the garden. We reached another sad thing, the door. It was rusted yellow and had a tattered metal doorknob which looked like it would fall apart any second. There was a screen on the door, rather than glass. I wondered where the real door was.

Marina opened the door for her and Remi, but Gen and I just went through the brick wall, because we can. I giggled a little because the brick felt ticklish. I saw Gen host a smile.

The sunroom was adorable. It had cute little vintage French patio doors that led to the rest of the home. There was a tattered red sofa between the main window wall and the doors. On the other side was a brown leather chair and navy blue chair. There was a cream colored coffee table. And many bookshelves opposite the wall to the outside of the room. There were quite a few end tables just scattered around the room, with some flower pots and trinkets. Oh, the trinkets. They were everywhere. From mini babushkas to a tiny Empire State Building to votive candle holders even to Christmas ornaments, although it was July.

I went to go sit on the blue chair, but to my surprise it rocked back and forth. Remi said she'll go bring her grandma over to meet Marina. Gen followed her.

Marina just went over to a bookshelf and grabbed ahold of a picture frame. She looked at it and smiled, the brung it to show me. It was a baby Remi, adorable, and kind of like how Marina looked as an infant. She put it back and went onto the red sofa, pushing a Grey pillow away for more space. Then she took out her notebook once again, probably to write about this new place. I leaned back, closing my eyes to relax.

It was only a few minutes when the French doors creaked and I heard footsteps. Marina put down her notebook and looked at Remi.

"Hello child..I'm Elizabeth, but I'll keep it fresh and let you call me Beth," said the grandmother.

"Marina, this is my grandma Beth, granny this Is Marina," said Remi

"Hi!" Marina jumped up from the sofa and went to shake hands with Beth, "Nice to meet you!"

Beth took Marinas hand in both of her, saying, "From what my Remi has told me you're a most pleasant person,"

Marina eyed me and blushed, "One could say so,"

"Sit down, sit down. We have so much to talk about," Beth gestured towards the seats.