It had been an excellent birthday weekend (see yesterday's post), but on Monday morning it was back to the weekday routine, which started as usual with the walk to school.
Not sure what she was pointing to, I asked her what she was pointing to.
"Look, Grammie," she repeated, sounding slightly exasperated and continuing to poke her finger heavenward.
I looked up again. "What?" I asked.
With a look that asked how I could possibly not know what she was pointing to, she said, "Grammie, Look! Your precious, precious palm trees!"