Red gathers the blooms and returns to the path. Once at Gramma’s entry, she knocks and eagerly anticipates her visit. The voice behind the door, although strangely different, gives her permission to pull the latch string and enter. The voice is different, the garden hollyhocks are pointing and there’s a bit of second thought. But Red’s determination dismisses all awareness. Sometimes, even when intuition pulls our hair, we stride forward…..