This first pic was taken where we spread my husband's ashes. It's a place called The Turkey Roost, but lately we just call it The Well, because the wild turkeys don't seem to roost there anymore.
Same place, looking from a different direction.
The old knotted live oak on the dirt road up to the house.
Just wandering through the pastures. The cows followed me around until I got back to the house. I guess they thought I had food. It was funny, though, they wouldn't get too close. They have over 600 acres on this ranch.
Mistletoe on a Texas Mesquite.
Thanks Mary for putting up the new monthly themes. Sorry I dropped the ball on that one. I just forgot. The Mistletoe is my winter evergreen for this month's theme, but I have to admit, I'm just now getting in the fall mood ;]
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Lovely pictures, Blue Rose. Beautiful. Do you have a sense of completion after spreading your husband's ashes--sad, but more resolved? We recently buried my parents' ashes and that was sad but good, in a way.
neat shot of a mistletoe. I like it. (Looks sort of like green grades.)
Thanks Mary! I took his ashes out there about 6 months after he died. I was still in shock. I'm not sure if I have ever felt a sense of completion, but I do feel peaceful when I go out to the Turkey Roost. I usually wander off by myself and take pictures of things.
You know for years I didn't know that was Mistletoe, because it didn't have red berries. I was so amazed to find out Texas had Mistletoe. We don't have it here in east Texas. I have a mesquite tree here in a garden I planted for my husband to make him feel at home, but it's kind of scawny, and the Mistletoe that was growing on it died.
Reading your posts about your husband make me feel tearful. I haven't lost a husband to death, but that would be so terrible and sad.
Do you feel any sense of connection to him when you are there?
Mistletoe is cool and interesting.
Oh definitely! He's all around me there! I had never seen a place like that before I met him. He grew up there. His stories surround me as I walk through the pastures, sit with his family, and drive through the Hill Country. I can look at this tree or stand in that place, and remember our conversations. I can imagine what we'd be talking about now. I relax and feel at ease.
Thanks for asking :]
I've been a bit tearful myself lately.
It must be nice to have a place where you can feel close to him!!! Being there though for Thanksgiving prolly reminded you of how much you miss him!!!!!
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