A little bird told me.

My grandma loved birds. As long as I can remeber I have always associated birds with her. We use to joke that she spoiled the birds like her grandchildren. In the morning she would get up and make fresh popcorn, and as kids we all use to get excited that we were going to have popcorn for breakfast, but she always made a fresh batch just for the birds.
She knew them by name, when they came around, and what they liked.
There was a clock in her house that as every hour past by on the hour a new bird would sing a song. Those lovely songs they sang always made me think of my dear grandma. Even when she passed at the end of the ceremony, what seemed to be a million birds came by to sing a song.
Now when I hear them I think of her and smile. To me the birds and my grandmother are the same thing, it is her way of letting me know she is with me.

.... the song birds came back around here a few weeks ago. And all I could hear them say is to follow them to go visit my family, where my grandmother had lived and where I had always loved to visit.
This past weekend I followed them to see some of the people I love the most and be reconnected with that treasured place.
It was a long over due visit, but was such a gift. I felt as if no time had passed and that everything had stayed the same as it was when a couple years ago, even the same way it was when I was a young child.
....My heart feet full again with a new love of life, and the joy of my grandmother... and I am as happy as a bird!

It smells like fish...

So I see now as I sit here that the last time I wrote was August 2nd. Really? How did that happen. It's like all of a sudden.... wham! It is about summer time again and I somehow forgot to write in between that warp speed of 9 months that flew by!

Here I am again, sitting looking out at the resort making a mile long list in my head of all the things that need to be done before our first guests!
Turn on water to cabins.... not done.
Clean cabins. Check.
Turn on water and electricity to seasonal cabins..... not done.
Bailing out the boats. Check. (which I might add I totally feel like a stud today! After looking at a grossly filled paddle boat and a few choice words... I decided rather than putting my hands into the gross smelly, stale, bug infested water I was going to attempt to use the resort bob cat to dump the water. After successfully lifting, dumping, and stacking the boat... I looked around in hopes that someone, anyone could have seen me man handle that boat with a large piece of machinery! But... no luck. I felt cool though!)
... Then while attempting to take care of the biggest project of mowing and weed wacking... POW! My tires blow up on my lawn mower...
So landscaping..... NOT DONE!
Urgh! But I figured I knew I could handle one thing and get it done right today.... I went to clean off the beach. I was pumped that I didn't walk out to discover piles of trash and debris left over from all the ice fisherman. Only driftwood was left behind... which was great... until I started picking it up and then sniff..sniff... sniff... is that fish I smell? Really... wait. what? Underneath all the driftwood was little remains of washed up fish. So holding down my lunch with complete determination... I pushed on. I got the beach all cleared up, so now even amongst the tall grass and unkept weeds I can see a clean beach. I only have to smell the lingering stinch of fish on my sandles.
.... I guess that is life here at the resort. Sweating. bailing water out of boats, and fumbling through the little piles of fish only to create something pretty for the guests.