gave in to the rhythm of grandma’s. when she worked outside in her garden, i helped her until we came in for lunch. we’d eat, wash the dishes, do some simple household chores, then rest until the sun was low in the sky and we’d go back outside.
nothing felt rushed, just steady work that followed the natural rhythm of the day.
when it rained, we had more time to rest, and if i was smart and had brought a book, i had extra time to read. by the middle of the week, the day felt familiar, and by the end of the week and time for my parents to pick me 