There’s this cemetery near our house and despite having lived here for 3 years I’ve never been inside — just once, when I biked through it. Minnesota is having pretty damn near perfect weather this fall so today I suggested we take the short walk over Saturday to meander through the gravestones. Y’know, because October.
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With the loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair
And I want to cry
We sauntered back home and sat in the yard a bit, and I began showing Alan how to use the camera (which, I have mentioned more than once on here, I’ve been meaning to do for some time). He has a ways to go. In the meantime I snapped some pics around the back yard.
It’s been a miraculously golden fall. Pictures can hardly do it justice.