Barefoot Memories of a Hillbilly - Spring Chill (Free Access)

It's unexpectedly cold tonight, and the clouds are sailing across the night sky at an alarming pace, the moon shoving the clouds out of its eyes and from its line of vision. Like a excited coyote, the wind is howling around the corner of the house, woooooooooo. I pull a bit closer to Granny at the scary sound. Granny says there's no reason to be scared, it's just the wind. She says when the wind pushes against the house it makes that strange whistle sound like when me and Brother blow thru the wooden whistles Pap gave us. The whistles are made with a stick from a willow tree where the bark slides off easily, a notch is cut in the side, and a slight channel runs from the notch to the end. After the bark is slid back on, you blow thru the canal and like the wind against the house, it makes a woooo sound.
Springtime is here, but it can't make up its mind how to act. There are sarvice trees blooming, red buds, purple phlox creeping up the banks, and crab apples and cherry trees mixing in, but that wind is spitting little drops of cold mist. We are babysitting Granny a couple of days, Mom and Pap are visiting Aunt Bernice; Pap is clearing a fence row for Aunt Bernice. Since Mom and Pap are gone we will babysit Granny so she don't get into trouble while they are gone. Granny is hard to tend, she only does what she wants to do when she wants to do it, and she makes us do the same.
Granny fixed supper, we had boiled taters with lots of butter and some cornbread, and she brought a jar of stuff she’d canned that looks like all different kinds of vegetables wadded into a jar together, even butter beans, and she calls it succotash. I ate the buttery taters all mashed up, that was good, and I ate some milk and bread, but it’s a big NO on the mixed up vegetables. After the dishes were done and the dish water flung out back and the kitchen all clean, she fixed some popcorn in Mom's black iron skillet with the last of the fire in the cook stove. The boys have filled the woodbox and gotten in kindling for the morning, and the coffee pot that sits at the back of the stove has just enough coffee left in it for Granny's evening cup. She will break up a cold (left over from breakfast) biscuit into some of her coffee and eat that while we have popcorn. Sometimes when she fixes coffee and biscuit she lets me and brother have some. She puts cream in her coffee, but no sugar, but it's still good. Sometimes she pours some of the coffee in her saucer and blows on it and then sips it from the saucer.
Granny built a little fire in the pot belly stove in the living room to "knock off the chill." She says its redbud winter. I don't know what that means exactly, but has something to do with the redbud trees being all purple looking. She says the cold won't last long, and that summer is just around the corner. Me and Brother will be glad of that, so we can get out and hit the hills and find stuff and have adventure. Granny don't let us hit the hills and have adventure when we babysit her, cause she's afraid somebody will get lost, but me and Brother wouldn't let her be lost long before we found her, but she's getting old and might get too cold outside. When Granny gets cold she gets the sneezes, and she's got a really loud sneeze that goes "Aye-eeeeeeffffff!!" You can hear it really far away.
It's time for Granny to go to bed, so we will go to bed too so we don't keep Granny awake. She doesn't like it when she wants to sleep and we are noisy. We like to keep Granny happy.