Autumn Magpie Tales#35

She looked down at her wrinkled hands, the autumn years of her life had truly come. ‘So this is it,’ she thought, ‘I might as well give in and be my age.’ She put on her glasses, a real necessity these days. There were things to do and her household goods to pack up. The residential apartment she was moving to was on the ground floor, so she would still have garden to look out at and she had been assured that she could have some pots of plants just outside her door. It was with a heavy heart that she started sorting her nik-knacks, all collected over the years. Photographs of herself and her beloved Will went into the box labelled ‘To take’ and books and lots of other bits into the boxes labelled ‘Charity shop.’ It was hard to make the decisions of what to take, she knew there wasn’t a lot of room in the little apartment. ‘They’re only things,’ she kept telling herself, but they held so many happy memories. She was stirred from her thoughts by the shrill tone of her phone.

The voice at the other end filled her heart, so there was no room for those memorable items she thought she would miss.
‘Hello grandma, Mummy asks are you packed yet? I can’t wait till you are living just round the corner from us, can I really have tea with you some days after school?’
‘Yes love, I am nearly ready, tell Mummy that the van is here to pack the furniture that’s left for me to take to my new home. I am looking forward to having you near too, I won’t have to worry about driving on that motor way I can just walk a short way, meet you from school and have a lovely time with you.
I can teach you to knit and crochet and sew, just like I taught your Mum, these old hands can still do that. It is going to be just wonderful.'