At a farm right down the road from me there are 7 new baby cows. Although a baby cow really isn't that small, they do look extra spindly. Sometimes they cavort around the pasture. But in the morning when I walk by, they are napping while their mums gobble up hay. They are so cute.
New life is always fun to see.
Lately when I come home from work it is still so warm, Getty and I will take a short walk to an old cemetery a few steps from our house. Here is the road to get there. It's hidden away in the woods.
Some of the tombstones are old, some are really old, and a few are brand new. The name on one has been clumsily carved by hand.
It may seem a little creepy...but they are also beautiful in their own way. And sad. But then not so sad.
It doesn't seem like such a bad resting place at all. Back in the woods. Surrounded by mosses and old trees.
Brandon loves that this woman's name appears to be Experience.
Uh-oh. This is the trouble with marble tombstones. They crumble when they get old & tired and topple over.
Getty loves the cemetery because one of her best friends Ruby lives next door. Ruby is a big dog who could probably rip a grown man to shreds. But she plays very gently with Getty. They are very dear friends. I hope it is not disrespectful to let your dog frolic in a cemetery.
Coming up next: weekend weather to die for!