Some days have a feeling. Thursdays always have a feeling. Stormy summer days have a feeling. Yesterday had a feeling. Yesterday felt like Spring.
Some years ago, the garden clubs decided to restore this old graveyard (the newest headstone I found said deceased 1860), converting it into a garden sanctuary.
My heart was pleased by this; there's always flowers next to these headstones, people are visiting and remembering the names of the family that passed.
And so, with each thought, each reminiscence, yesterday's feeling swelled and grew.
It definitely felt like Spring, with the windows down and crisp breeze.
It definitely felt like Saturday, with the discoveries and sun and sprouts on my sandwich.
But it felt.... like more.