Before Rose went back to college, she and I spent a delightful Sunday afternoon driving in the country.
bright, fresh snow;
crisp, cold air;
a bit of blue sky peeking through fluffy clouds ( some dull gray ones, too!);
and the hushed quiet of the sleeping countryside.
Perhaps the quiet was due to more than the sleeping countryside.
Yes, that is a cemetery.
It’s the type of cemetery I could choose as my final resting place:
small and cozy,
great site (at the top of a hill)
abundant trees nearby,
and a beautiful view.
Well, I may not see it then, but I would know it is there.
Hint: see my November posts.