This Little Light of Mine

I would never not make time for this little light in my life. My Granny, 87 years of age, barely a grey hair in sight, potters around the garden picking mandarins off her tree ready for my arrival at which time I will eat at least three. She obsesses over her dog and over our lives being fruitful but not in an extravagant way. I call and she answers with a "hello" and then a "the gardening man still hasn't been yet. I don't have time for this bullshit." She's a trooper and she's there for me and it's great.