My father died about 20 years ago. He's buried in a small cemetery in Leesburg, Virginia. His grave is in the cemetery's older section, surrounded my a mixture of older and newer graves. Overlooking this section of the graveyard is a majestic, old Maple tree.
Anyhow, I had a physical this morning and after getting through it unscathed, I decided to take the day off. After doing a couple of other chores I suddenly decided to drive out to Leesburg to say hello and make sure his plot was clean.
It was one of those wonderful Fall days. Bright blue skies; warm sunshine; green, green grass, and that Maple tree just beginning to change colors. Anyhow, as I was standing there trimming the grass around the grave James Taylor's 'September Grass' climbed into my head. It was the perfect soundtrack for the afternoon. Simply one of my favorite Taylor tunes: