The old woman sat in the rocking chair on the porch, her granddaughter
Alice on the ground at her feet. It was a beautiful day and the they were
taking time out to listen to the beautiful bird calls and feel the warmth
of the sun's glow on their cheeks.
The wind was rustling gently through the trees, butterflies were flitting
this way and that and the flowers were in bloom, their beautiful scent
wafting across to where the women sat.
Alice was a beautiful girl. She had long dark hair, lush pink lips, long
legs and a tall frame. She was dressed in a white dress that fell below her
knees, finishing in lace delicately hand-sewn by herself. She often made
her own dresses. It was hard and took a long time but the end result was
worth it. She found that she was the most comfortable in her own dresses.
'Grandmother,' Alice said gently. 'Are the flowers not beautiful today?'
Her grandmother nodded, smiling. 'There are so many different colours
today, child. Red, blue, purple, yellow and the green of the stems and
Alice looked out over the lawn. 'And the butterflies, they are flittering
'Yes, my dear, they are. Their magnificently coloured wings flash as they
fold and unfold. Reach out your hand. You may catch one.'
Alice stretched out her right hand, giggling and waiting, but no butterfly
flew near to her. Her grandmother chuckled.
'The sun is so beautiful, grandmother. It brings warmth to my heart, warmth
to my toes and warmth to my spirit. It is truly the most precious
Her grandmother rocked slowly, a tear sliding down her cheek. She sniffed
softly, trying to disguise it from Alice but the child sensed that
something was wrong.
'What is it, grandmother? Have I made you sad?'
'No child,' the old woman replied. 'It is just that I feel bad myself.'
'Why?' Alice asked, slowly getting to her feet and wrapping her arms around
her grandmother. 'The garden is flourishing, the birds are calling, the
flowers are beautiful, the butterflies are flitting, the sun is warm and
refreshing. What is there to feel bad about?'
'Oh my dear child,' the old woman said, smiling through a haze of tears. 'I
feel bad that I have sight when you have none.'
Alice smiled. 'Grandmother, through you I see the world's beauty. I have no
need for sight.'