Looking “I didn’t see it, Gra’ma,” my grandson said. One summer, I kept two of my grands for two days. Our family took two cars to visit my dad at the nursing home. The twenty-five-minute drive through the countryside revealed a treat in the trees. One of the formations held the caricature of a dinosaur, my grandson’s favorite. “Look for the mailbox with a wagon wheel and black-eyed Susans,” I said. “It’s all in knowing where to look.” Many, O … Continue reading →