Hydrangeas

Sookie Jane is the name my Granny would yell, either as a threat or as a term of endearment. She had a hard time remembering the names of the grandkids, so she'd either call us Sookie Jane, or she'd name 5 or 6 other names until she hit on the right one. This was usually followed with, "I'm gonna git your goat!" That's when we'd run outside into the sultry summer heat and hide next to her white house by the blue hydrangeas. I loved those bushes. Still do. I can't seem to make them grow in this rocky soil. It's funny how many things from home don' t fit in here.

I haven't been called Sookie Jane in years.

So, here's to you, Granny. I'm sure you're growing hydrangeas and making yeast rolls for all of heaven.