Monday, June 29, 2009
the story behind this space...
...many years ago, I heard someone speak on whether people ever came back from the grave to check things out here, and someone wiser and older than me said that he thought that they did and the last place they would go is the cemetery...that they would be checking in on their loved ones that were left behind...and that they may not see the flowers we leave on the gravestones, but they would see a memorial in our homes...so...my kids were still young and at home and could be very rowdy and noisy...so I started working on this area...you see...from there, they can see everything we are doing...and it's a little more peaceful out there...so this is our mothers' garden...and even though there is no stone...we always think of them when we look at it...and it's strictly theirs...we just maintain it and leave it for them...
Another cooler day...
busy as a bee...
in the morning light...
another junque rescue...
the suns on it's way up...got a few things to get done today...
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