I love this photograph. I love that someone took the time to gather the rocks and make the old fashioned wall. The image alone reminds me of what my Great, gr, Aunt wrote in her journal…”Every year we had to go out into the field and take the rocks out, it was like our farm grew rocks better than it grew crops.” Isn’t that a great visual?
Since there are so many people crowded at the beaches, we opted for something different. We went to the grave park and walked around up and down the hills. It is such a beautiful grave park with lots of old crypts, and statuary. In the early 1900’s this is where people would hang out on Sunday after church. Go to the grave park and ride bikes and have a picnic. While we were visiting the grave park there were bikers and some people having a picnic. It was a really nice day!
I am very luck to have such a great husband. He is still Romantic after all these years. Not only did I get beautiful flowers for Mothers Day, but he made a huge breakfast. We woke to the smell of homemade waffles with a touch of cinnamon. Eggs that were perfectly round and sunny side up with all the white done. I can’t even get that in an established restaurant. One little biscuit, with a pat of butter on the side. Two golden brown hash browns that graced the side of my plate. It all looked like a little art work in itself. Thank you my dear hubby! I appreciate your everyday kindness and sweet gestures. I love you so much!