Visiting my grandmother

She’s been lonely lately, I know. Once during the summer she almost lost her voice, which came back immediately when mom and I visited her. Mom calls her every day but to be there with her in person is something quite different. She will celebrate her 85 birthday very soon but in spite of being quite old she still works on her “ranch” from dawn to night each day from early spring until late autumn. Her home is tidier than mine. I call such women superwomen. I will never be one of them.

Though, she needs help at picking all that fruit in the orchard; there are about 50 apple, peach, cherry, pear, and plum trees. Beside these one can find at least two sorts of vine, bushes of raspberries and blackberries, walnut tree and hazelnut bush. She grows fig and persimmon trees which usually don’t give any fruit.

Near the house hundreds of kiwis hang from the branches. She counts them every year as well as she counts walnuts, too. She picked more than thousand this autumn. She grows vegetables on two fields bigger than our vegetable garden. I tell you, she is a real superwoman.

I am afraid of the day when she will be gone. With her another source of history will be gone; and not only that – another gentle soul will be lost to this world.