Home of the fumbler…

Having a very relaxing labor day weekend with my mom at my sister’s place in Bedford, just outside Boston. After a game of badminton, I was watching my mom play with my niece while my nephew explored the culinary possibilities in soil.

The niece…4 years old and the sweetest disposition possible – except when it comes to food. Nothing gets between her cake and her.

Anyway, today she points out to my mom that the one of the trees in the yard has a couple of ‘browned’ leaves. My mom explains that fall is around the corner and the trees are ok.
The niece goes up to the tree, pats it, gives it a big hug and says in that loving sincere voice that only a 4 year old has ‘don’t worry, it will be all right in the summer. You will be ok.’

I wish I had her empathy that does not discriminate and is meant for all – her grandma and the trees alike.