Cemetery Walk

Sometimes I take living in Arizona for granted, but yesterday on Christmas Day while I was basking in the warm sun on a park bench watching hummingbirds hit the geraniums and petunias in the flower planters, I remembered family and friends were probably shivering in cold and snow back home in the Midwest.  As a good friend used to always say when we'd get together for holiday dinners on the patio -- And THIS is why we live here!  (The friend has since burned out on the summer heat and moved back to colder climes.)

Craig left at 5:00 a.m. to drop Michael at the airport.  He's headed out for 9 glorious days of fun, sun, and ocean with friends in Hawaii.  I would have been insanely jealous if the weather here wasn't warm and sunny right now!

While we were on Isla in December, I wandered into the cemetery one Sunday afternoon.  Craig refuses to accompany me because he thinks I'm disturbing the dead.  This time my mission was to photograph Mundaca's grave, but every time I start poking around the wall at the front of the cemetery, I get spooked.  This time an iguana came down off the wall at me and scared me out of there!  Actually, it also started raining, but I did manage to snap some pre-sprinkle photos.

Here's a little bit of music for the walk.