I stopped at the local cemetery the other day, just ’cause it was a quiet, peaceful day, and because I was in an introspective mood, I guess. There are many stops to make there. My mom’s parents, four of her siblings, two of her brothers-in-law, Clem’s parents, his grandparents, his great-grandfather, various aunts and uncles,
Scratchings in the Dirt
The mornings have been so damp and dewy this summer. Sometimes there is a mist in the distance and hovering over the dugout. Feels a little like Scotland! One morning after the sun chased away the fog, I looked out the window and saw a fairy garden – so out I went with the camera!
I’m grumpy this morning. I got up early to work in the garden before going to work (haha – catch that? Work before work??). I’ve always loved working outside in the early morning (once I actually get out there, that is – my bed is awfully comfy!) – the quiet, the birds singing, the ducks