Spring was definitely in the air today. It was the first day it was actually comfortable to go outside and stand barefoot in the grass. I walked around the yard, looking to see if anything had started to bloom. There were a few places where the tulips had just started to come up. Then I spotted this in the corner of the yard, tucked beneath the pines.
It is the spot where my first ridgeback, Max, is buried. There is always, I've been told and come to believe, a "dog of your heart." Max was the dog of my heart. There is a poem about a "Rainbow Bridge." Max crossed that bridge just over three years ago. It took two ridgebacks to replace him. :)
The white stones are his marker. The flowers remind me each spring of the renewal of life.

Max: