
“Granny Frass Says: Step Away from the Clouds”…
Well now, Mae girl… I’ve been keeping an eye on you this week, and I swear, your head has been spinning like the clothesline in a gale. You’ve been hopping from one thought to another so fast, I’m dizzy just watching.
First, the weather. Lord save us, you’ve been on about that more than the farmers ever were. I can hear you in the kitchen muttering about someone up there with a big lever marked ‘RAIN’ and ‘SUNSHINE’. I’m not saying you’re wrong, mind you, I’ve seen stranger carry-ons in my day, but you’ll talk yourself into a thunderstorm if you’re not careful.
Then, the butterflies. You’ve been seeing them everywhere, like they’re tiny winged messengers just for you. Last year there wasn’t a one, now they’re dancing around your head like you’re the queen of summer. And you, of course, are making it all deep and meaningful. ‘Transformation! Hope! Change!’ you say. And I’m over here thinking, maybe they’re just happy the rain let up for five minutes.
But I will say this, there’s something in those butterflies that you’ve not yet put your finger on. They’re not just for decoration, those creatures. You watch them long enough, and they’ll teach you something about patience, about timing, about knowing when to crawl and when to fly. You might be surprised.
So take a breath, girl. Let your thoughts settle like a cup of tea after a stir. The world will keep on turning whether you’ve solved the sky’s mysteries or not. And remember, you don’t need to catch every butterfly. Sometimes it’s enough just to watch them pass by.
“And for heaven’s sake, stop talking to the clouds in your dressing gown. The neighbors already think you’re away with the fairies, no need to confirm it.”
–Granny Frass

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