I'd rather sit on some barbed wire than a cemetery stone.
Off US 59 near Richmond, Beth noticed a dirt road called Cemetery Drive. I knew she had her camera and feared she was going to start posing me on gravestones!
Gusts of wind kept knocking me off!
That gave me a little excitement, but Beth got more than I did. She reached through the barbed wire, trying to find me in the weeds and wild flowers...she scratched her hand while a hidden colony of fire ants discovered her right foot.
A safer spot
That falling thing, followed by fire ants, actually happened a couple times and then Beth put me on a safer spot.
Nice view of the cemetery
It was a nice view from the wooden post. I could peer over at some horses and some gravestones. But when I saw this photo, I told Beth she needs a better camera. Those flowers look like blurry fire flies. "Hey Bear," She assured me. "You are the only thing I need to focus on." I thought that was a clever excuse for not knowing how to use her camera.
Wondering about these people
It was a little sad staring over at these reminders of people I never knew. Rest in Peace, "Stinky" and "Buzz" and "Birdman". These people had a lot of nicknames!
me ride on
one of the
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.