Today was a gift.
I suppose that every day is a present that God gives us, but he gift-wrapped this one even more special than normal. If this mid-November Saturday had been gray and rainy no one would be surprised. After all, we are in the waning days of fall, winter is looming on the next calendar page.
But today is one I dream of all year. Perfectly sunny, warm, and all in tints of yellow.
I walked around the yard soaking up the sounds and views around me. The slope to the boat landing leads to the back waters of the Alabama River. Much of the year it is muddy, but today the water came up to the bottom of the landing. It is hard to tell, but the shiny place at the bottom of the picture is the river.
The birds and squirrels accepted today's gift with a playful attitude. They sang more, chattered to each other, played in the big oak.
I've always heard that robins signal the coming of spring, but that would be if you live in more northern climates. Our yard was full of robins today.
As I roamed around I found my way to the top of the hill in our yard. We share a driveway with Daryl's parents. This is where the drive splits, theirs to left, ours to the right.
At the back of our hill is a small burial plot. A few years ago when Jackie's cat, Scarlett, died I buried her at the base of a tree. It was just me and her on a rainy day I'll never forget. I placed a small piece of flagstone on top of her grave as a marker.
When Shiloh died we buried her next to Scarlett. They would never have been this close to each other in life :) Scarlett's stone stayed flat for years, but Daryl stood the stones up and I like it that way.
One day I'd like to put a place to sit and reflect and enjoy the beauty on top of our hill. And when I am gone and cremated I want my ashes scattered or buried there. Not because I want to be buried next to my dog, but because I can't think of a better resting place for the earthly me.
The eternal me will already have gone on to endless days just like this one.