I was visiting calvary cemetery. This heart was hanging on a small branch on the tree behind my grandmothers gravestone. One side is green (her signature color!) so it blended into the leaves on the tree. But it is raining a bit, and the wind twisted the heart to reveal a yellow gingham on the other side. Its weathered a bit, I’m not sure anyone has visited in such a long time. The yarn was twisted against the branch so tight I had to saw through it with my car key.
Just the sign I needed today, to let me know I was in the right place and doing exactly what I needed to.
