Sunday morning, feeling fine

In my post about the Green Cathedral, I forgot to mention the guardians at the entrance.  I said hello to those faithful guards the other morning and happened to have a camera in my pocket, so I figured take a picture and tell you about them.

I consider this little grove of trees to be the entryway to the Green Cathedral.  Straight ahead, down an incline, is the cathedral.

I walk directly past this tree to get to the cathedral.  There are four dogs buried around it, none of which are mine, although I loved a couple of them as though they were mine:  Titan, a Great Dane; Diesel, a chihuahua that belonged to a friend of the family; Hawkeye, a dog loved by everyone.  He was my son-in-law's dog... sort of a collie type Heinz 57; and Radar, who also lived with our daughter's family.  

I was walking in the dark this morning; when I arrived at this tree, I told the dogs I hoped they were watching over me, so I wouldn't stumble onto a skunk or something.  Then I smiled as I thought of Titan, who was such a clown that he would have gone right up to a skunk trying to play with him and gotten sprayed; I know this because it happened once.  

I didn't even really know little Diesel well, but whether anyone else thinks about these dogs daily or not, I do, because I walk past their graves, and I thank God for our beloved dogs.  There's another place where a couple of our dogs were buried, but it is only marked by a tree stump.  And Sadie, my Frisbee dog, is buried right in the backyard; I dug her grave alone, crying as I did so.  

This morning as I turned back toward home there was pink showing in the northwestern sky.

And by the time I got back to our house, it was fully daylight.

I must go take a shower and get ready for church.  Have a pleasant and blessed day.