Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

This is a picture of our cemetery.  Not everyone can see beauty in it but I do.  In many ways.  Spring is my favorite time to view the cemetery.  The trees are beautiful when they bloom, the grass is so green, and everything smells nice.  As I walk through the cemetery I find great comfort in reading the memorial plaques.  There is so much love there.  One of my rats died Saturday and I buried it in my back yard.  When I go past that spot I think of his cute little nose, and tiny paws that took food from my fingers.  But I have good thoughts, and I know that pet owners who bury their pets in our cemetery remember the unconditional love they shared with their special pet.

I do have one sad comment.  If you look closely you will see that the pink blossomed tree (Tree ID is not my forte) you will see that a large branch is lying on the ground.  The truth is that the tree is so old that it is just falling apart and needs to come down.  I have no idea how old it is but it is obvious that it has been here for many, many years.  If the tree could talk I hope it could bear witness to the fact that the grounds have been a peaceful place.  Full of barking dogs, hopeful adopters, tons of volunteers, laughter and tears.  I sure will miss that tree.

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