On Sunday, we wandered over to the cemetery. Everything was calm and quiet, and it felt good to put on a sweater and slush through dampened leaves. All the trees here, and the relief from heat and insects, make autumn my favorite season.
Maybe because Halloween has just passed--or maybe just because--this grave caught my eye. Sorry, but I thought it was a little weird.
Roaming here made me think of Neil Gaiman's excellent
Graveyard Book where a boy who ran from danger was taken in by ghost spirits in a graveyard and raised by them.
It was overcast, and rained on us even though the weather channel on the ipod said "No chance of rain." It wasn't pelting rain though. In fact, it was rather pleasant.
On the way back home, we saw this little basket set out for any passing neighbor. These little peppers are so beautiful to look at, but we passed on taking any. They
are very, very hot.
