By the time grandfather was finished cooking in the kitchen that morning, grandmother would be up and there would always be a steaming hot meal laid out on the table. It wasn't always abundant, but it was always warm and inviting.,Grandma's ten fingers never touched the spring water. Even when she was most likely to come into contact with water, it was only in the garden watering the flowers. Grandpa said that Grandma was just fine like this.,The grandmother, swayed by the rocking chair in the gentle breeze, rested peacefully on it amidst the verdant rebirth of all things.。