The Gathering Place

Last weekend we, like many of you, spent a lot of time visiting local cemeteries to honor our loved ones whom we miss.  We always put pretty flowers on the graves.  (Is that the custom where you live, too?)  The weather was wet and cool, with scattered showers throughout the day.  Our umbrellas hardly had a chance to dry out between stops.

All the rain we’ve had certainly made things beautiful and green, and the sky was quite magnificent with dark, brooding clouds mixed in with patches of clear blue.  Every time we thought the sun would triumph, those heavy clouds just pushed forward like hungry students at lunch time.  (Yes, we’ve been working on writing with metaphors at school.)

I always have a sense of gratitude for those people we call family and friends: Pioneers, hard working farmers, craftsmen, and teachers.  They remind me of what is (or should be) important in life.

The cemetery above is located in beautiful Heber City, Utah, about forty-five minutes from Salt Lake City.  The Clegg pioneers settled in this beautiful valley, nestled against the back side of Mount Timpanogos.  We love to visit there.

Not only was the scenery delightful, but we felt a closeness to those we have lost, kind of like a small connection of Heaven on Earth!

Have a wonderful weekend.

P.S.  Five more days of school….I think I can, I think I can….