I was so tired when we got home from the ranch last night, but it was the good kind of tired. My husband, brother and I made the 2.5 hour trip to the monument company to pick up the marker for my parents’ gravesite, then the one hour drive from there to the ranch to place it. My cousin Dee came over from his home and we all had a nice visit and talked about some other ideas to spruce it up a bit. This is where Mom wanted to be buried. Many times over the years, she would say to us “cremate me and stick me under the hackberry tree”. I’m so glad we were able to fulfill those wishes. I think she would have been happy as can be with just the large rock from the ranch marking the site, but I really wanted a proper marker.

It was a cloudy, overcast day with a bit of moisture coming down at times, and the colors were really beautiful there yesterday. The last bits of winter color with spring beginning to burst through. The bluestem in the pasture was really catching my eye.

As were the dried up remains of last year’s thistles.

These trees that have been there since long before I was born beginning to leaf out again, and the winter rye grass greening up the place all around them.

I’ll leave off here for now, but will be back with more from yesterday’s little excursion. There will also be another “quilts in the wild” post, as I took another along for the ride to work on the binding while we traveled. Thanks for stopping by and have a fabulous Friday!