The Cemetery

Beautiful days like this are great for taking pictures.  Yes, of course, cemeteries again.  I needed a few more pictures of stones of persons I have connected to my tree.  I am getting to know my way around the cemetery.  Sad isn't it.  At least no one is around to try to figure out what I am doing and why.  I do get some funny looks when they see what I am doing.  One cemetery done again.  On to the next one.  I get the feeling I am being watched as I enter the gates.  I caress the old stones with care wondering about the person buried there.  Some were so young.  Some fought in the Revolutionary War.  Some were wives waiting for their loved one to return  home and never did.  This is an old cemetery.  1800's.  Still feel like I am being watched.  Wow, is it cold right here.  The leaves sound like they are moving but no wind  is blowing today.  Someone is dragging their feet through the leaves.  There are no leaves in this section, they have all been cleaned up.  Okay, one last picture and I am heading toward the gate checking out as many stones as I can.  The noisy leaves continue.  The gate is in sight.  "Who are you?  I'm not here to hurt anything.  I'm here to help."   I want people to find this cemetery.  Would you like to help?  Donations accepted......