Sat, 28 Sep, 2013 - 13:55 Sat, 28 Sep, 2013 - 13:55
It was a golden radiant day on that hillside. The children’s voices from the playground rang up from the valley and the canopy of eucalyptus shimmered in the breeze. After we shoveled the dirt and laid down our flowers 5 hawks circled above in the dazzling blue sky, then each flew off in a different direction. Driving home the bay sparkled. Golden. Radiant.