This is kind of a different type of post for me, as I usually write about specific life forms or places like parks. Well, now that I think of it, a cemetery is sort of like a park… actually, St. Joseph New Cemetery is quieter than most of the city parks around here… that’s a win in my book.
When one thinks of a cemetery, the brain usually conjures up images of hearses, black clothes, and many shed tears. Yes, these things are present at times, but nature and all the life it provides and sustains is always there. It’s a peaceful place. I recently had to lay a family member to rest at this particular cemetery. As I silently said my goodbyes and reflected on the end of a life gone by, I noticed all of the life that was still going on all around me. The grass was its greenest, the birds were their loudest, and the sky was its bluest. Even with death, life is a wonderful thing.
My wife and I decided to take a walk through this particular cemetery recently because, like I said above, it’s a peaceful and beautiful place. I have several relatives there too. Also, since we’re both visual types of people, we love looking at the artistry and design of the grave stones. There’s pretty ornate stuff going on with some of them. The oaks that line the paths had already turned a golden color, hovering in that transitional period before the leaves fall and become the soil for next year’s growth. While admiring the trees, something odd caught my eye. In the fork between branches, a cluster of yellow mushrooms were growing up in the tree. My wife took the picture shown below (and the ones above, too). I hope to figure out what they are so I can write about them in a future posting.
Since I usually look at the ground when I walk (not sure why), I noticed this odd cluster of some type of fungus. It’s very odd in that it looked like a cluster of little potatoes. I also hope to identify it as well.
I’d have to say that it makes me happy inside to see so much life in a “place of death”. I mean, what is death really? It’s just the last step in life’s process, not something to fear.