#1,857 Working, Walking Saturday.
Ben checked the mail and gave me this week’s letter from Lisa, which made my heart feel full to bursting. I won’t ever lose this one, friend. Do you have a pen pal? You should try it. We text and call too, but letters. Those are the really special messages.
And around 4:00, we went over to Josh and Emily’s at Homewood to go for a walk in the beautiful old city cemetary one street over before they close the gates at 5. It sounds creepy, I know. But it was really lovely.
Can we just admire their house for a moment? That whitewashed brick? That old screen door? The collonades and porticos and terraces?
Anyway, at the cemetary, for the first time ever I found the secret garden that holds the great old Laurel movers and shakers’ graves. I felt in awe standing at Lauren Rogers’ headstone, and I felt sad for the people who loved him so much that when he died at just 23 years old, they felt compelled to build a library (that became Mississippi’s first art museum—right across from our house) in his memory.
We finished the walk and headed back to Josh and Emily’s, went to dinner, then came back and the boys lit a fire in Josh’s big outdoor chimney in the backyard.
Let’s all drool over their house again:
It really is so sweet to live a small town life with friends like ours.