This season is always strange without my grandmother. Every time this season begins I remember the long walks that I took with her and how I liked running through the tall grass to pick the flowers buried in the deep of them. She would always get onto me and warn me about snakes.
At the end of our walks we would always stop by the honey suckle vines. This was the only time I was truly happy about being outside. I didn't mind nature because my grandmother was with me.
She's been gone for a while and nature always feels so dead to me, now. I miss her like I miss the nature that she revealed to me.