A Morning Walk with Grandma

As I said before, when summer came around I would stay with my grandparents at the Bend all the time. Early Saturday mornings, my grandma and I use to love to get up at 7 AM and go for morning walks around the bend. With heavy fog over the river and dew on the grass, my grandma and I would put on our sweatshirts and off we went. The Bend was always as quiet as a mouse with the only noise being the dew dripping on to the leaves. One morning, as my grandma and I walked by a patch of woods, we saw a little path. We stopped and looked up the path and to our amazement a big deer was staring back at us. Neither one of us made a move so we could admire the buck who was eating some wild berries. After a few minutes, the buck ran off back up into the woods. My grandma and I finished our morning stroll, and then went back home to tell my grandpa about our morning visitor. You never know what you might spot in the Bend!