I live in the sub tropics just north of the Tropic of Cancer but I grew up in a world of temperate climates and literature. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The day was perfect, the temperature finally started approaching a spring-like seventy degrees and a gentle breeze kept the air fresh and dry. Cheyenne liked it for her reasons as we strolled down Church Lane...
...enjoying the shady overhang of trees not commonly found at home.
I enjoy cemeteries, quiet places of contemplation and around here they have the rather odd habit apparently of just planting people higgledy-piggeldy in open fields.
It was the sort of perfect day under the sun that required some sitting in the convenient lawn chair you carry in the trunk of your car for just such occasions.
Then we got back on the road, following the little blue arrowhead on the phone's GPS screen back to the freeway and the 1200 mile journey home. It was an excellent pause.
Apparently it rained in Pennsylvania the day before we arrived and I don't doubt it rained afterwards. The drive home was a long series of rainstorms as Tropical Storm André ravaged Tampa Bay. But it's the rain that makes these lovely places so green. That and the winter snows of course. Brr!