But somehow it disappeared on me. I looked and looked and noticed the post I wrote yesterday also was gone. Since my photo was of this old cemetery, do you think spirits might be the guilty party?
I never did get anything done today. I went out to make up my last three planters but the pollen was so heavy and made it so hard to breathe that I used common sense and came inside and kept my windows closed.
When we first moved here 35 years ago, this cemetery was a favorite place to go. It was wonderful to sit down cross legged in the sweet smelling grass and read or write a short poem. My children and I would wander among the very old head stones and read the names and dates. We even found one belonging to a horse, well loved evidently because there was a tribute for him also. How unusual I thought, but my sons thought it was neat and would tell everyone how they found a horse cemetery.
Tomorrow it will rain and I can finally get my planting done. Maybe the mosquitoes will have pity on me but if not, I will be well covered in bug spray. After I will come inside and take a nice warm shower. Anything to help the old bones and aches and pains.
Have a wonderful day, what is left of it.
Hugs
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