I love graveyards; the older the better. Sorry, I know many people think they are depressing; death and doom come to most people’s minds. But my mind goes beyond the inscription on the stone, trying to read something into it and thereby gaining some insight into the person that once lived. Morbid? No, not to me.

One of the roads to the cabin was marked Old Cemetery Road, and for good reason. As we drove down this tiny one lane road, here was a cemetery in this out-of-the-way-spot with no church in sight. Why here, we wondered? One look at all the crooked, leaning headstones and I knew I would be coming back to this spot for a closer look round.

A dramatic pine tree presided over the graves like a benevolent protectress. No doubt about it; this tree was the focal point. Its energy radiated outwards from it.
Lie beneath me and be at peace, it seemed to say.

It was obvious that either there were not trees where there are trees today, or the trees were tiny when the people were buried in hopes that the sapling would lend some beneficial shade to their loved one. The trees have pushed aside the gravestones and seem to come right out of the graves themselves in places, as if the people were reborn into trees. I kind of like that analogy. In some cases, long after the trees have lived their lives, the stones still persist, albeit a bit skewed. Most of them were from the mid-1800s.

One seems to have taken root of its own accord.

In another case, this tree seems to have swallowed the headstone. Intriguing, no?

And, a plaque on the large protectress tree proclaims his death as such:

Some headstones needed more help from others:

Others just spoke to me for other reasons.

In the end there is life co-mingled with death as seen in this photo of a lovely blooming bush.

This sign hangs upon it. I can only hope that it means the blossoms and not the people below.

All in all, I was l left with a peaceful feeling. If this were my final resting place on this Earth, I would feel at peace.

May you all rest peacefully tonight, dear friends and fellow bloggers.