Jemma’s Cousin

Jemma’s cousin explored a cemetery with us last week and as I watched her sort of

dance and stroll among the gravestones it occurred to me that

being young at heart means you are not really afraid of monsters-  it’s fun to be scared of them.

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” Jayde”
October 2025

Photo A.M. Moscoso
” Jayde “
October 2025

The Little Gravedigger

In a cemetery

On a hill surrounded by farms

The Littlest Gravedigger in my family

Is hard at work:

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Jemma
October 2025

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Jemma
October 2025

Photo AM MoscosoOctober 26, 2025 Wisconsin USA

Photo AM Moscoso October 26, 2025 Wisconsin USA

 

Fences

“Good fences make good neighbors”

this saying  holds true

in death as it does  in life.

Saint Louis Cemetery.
October 31, 2012
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Saint Louis Cemetery. October 31, 2012 Photo A.M. Moscoso

Saint Louis Cemetery.
October 31, 2012
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Well That Was Weird

If you haven’t heard of the movie, ” Good Boy ” about the dog who is trying to save his beloved human from a haunted house. I feel sorry for  you. Also, t his post might not make a lot of sense to you.

Last week something woke me up in the middle of the night- well, more like early in the morning. It was around 2:30 in the morning.

I looked around for my dog Hamish to see  if he was overly interested in anything or standing at attention. That’s how I know he’s picked up on something I should be concerned about.

He wasn’t in the room with me at all.

Not weird in itself, sometimes he gets up to get a drink or look out the living room window. But when I call him, he always comes to me.

ALWAYS.

I kept calling him and by the time I got to the living room I was sort of in a panic  because Hamish not answering me was a very un-Hamish like thing to do.

When I got into the living room, I saw him standing at the living room window and he was pointing at the window. Now, if you have ever seen a Labrador point, you know they don’t do a ‘pretty point ‘.

When he turned to face me, he looked down and then he looked at me.

” Hamish, forward “- I told him.

Then Hamish backed up ( which yeah, worried me ) and then he jumped.

He jumped as if he was leaping over something and when he took his forward spot  ( when I call him forward he’s supposed to come to me and then sit ) he didn’t wait to be released.

He grabbed a random toy and then he ran into our bedroom.

I thought that maybe Hamish had trouble with his vision, or maybe his age is starting to show on him- but the thing is, he hasn’t had a repeat of this incident and he’s not afraid to go to the window.

So I don’t know what Hamish picked up on- was it an animal? Possibly.

Was someone that he felt was a threat was on the ground floor below us?

Wouldn’t surprise me.

But when I go back and see him rear up and seemingly jump over something that I couldn’t see, but he could.

It’s a little weird.

Hamish on the Halloween Trail.
October 12 2025
A.M. Moscoso