Frisbee Love

 By Maryanna Gabriel

Samain literally means "summer's end" and as Halloween approaches this blue moon, I find myself hunkering in, for the wind is howling about the house this morning as if seeking entrance, while the power flickers ominously. Mushrooms are appearing on the property like alien life forms, fantastical and misshapen. The cedars are throwing down their branches littering the decks as leaves fly wildly. 

Trying to keep my spirits up, like everyone else on the planet, I was happy when my daughter forwarded a picture my grandson had drawn. He has not seen me in over a year. As with many grandparents and due to Covid, the usual travels back and forth across the country have ceased. For a project at school he drew his family and lo, I am the red figure to the left. It is a great honour given the number of family he had to choose from. As his grandmother, I am not forgotten and look, it has hearts. This is frisbee love.