Tuesday, June 2, 2020 Cemetery Musings

I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t been walking as much lately. It’s been nice out and I’ve been outside a lot – does that count? We went on a 6.2-mile hike last week and my knees are still recovering. I’m good at making excuses.

This morning I went out to the cemetery down the road again. I never tire of this stand of trees, no matter what the season.

As I wandered along, I noticed a wilting pot of memorial flowers and scuttled over to the hose with great haste, as if the plant would die if I didn’t get water to it in the next 30 seconds. This particular cemetery has watering posts here and there with empty milk jugs hanging on the spigot for just this type of emergency. It was a very small good deed, but in a world full of troubles that cry out for waters of healing, this was one thirst I could satisfy. It was a glad moment.

I have a plan for this summer that I’ve been wanting to do for years. I’m going to visit all of our local cemeteries, bringing along a picnic lunch, my camera, my watercolors and maybe a book. I finally made a list and typed it up, so I’m all set. Naturally, I will be sharing these moments with you on my blog. I’m trying to come up with a nifty name for this project. I asked my husband and he came up with:

1. Feasting with the Dead
2. Bag Lunch and Bones

Hmmm…. I’ll have to think about that. Let me know your ideas. And if you’d like to join me on any of these excursions, I hereby invite you. You are officially invited. Have your people contact my people.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning.