Now I'm not one of those crazies who thinks all of my relatives who've passed are haunting me or anything, but I have to share a little tale of this
overly curious interesting grasshopper.
What's so interesting about a grasshopper sitting on this little light thingy-ma-bob that's on Nana's headstone? It watched my every move the entire time I was there. Seriously... if I was in front of the stone, it faced that way. I'd walk to the back of the stone and it would turn around and watch. It was a little creepy at first. I even touched it a few times and it just sat and watched. Now what grasshopper doesn't jump when you get within a foot of it, let alone touch it? Apparently, this one.
So call me crazy if you will (crazy dog lady, that is), but I swear Nana was keeping an eye on things. Apparently she approved ... otherwise
she the grasshopper would've jumped on me and really scared the crap out of me, right??
The bees were all out a buzzing too... I managed to snap one decent shot before running away. I DO. NOT. DO. BEES. ... almost much as I do not weed.