It was so tempting to just spend my Sunday under the blankets, while watching a Chopped marathon. It was tempting but today’s weather was the kind that would make you feel guilty for squandering it.
Halloween is right around the corner, so I decided to visit The City Cemetery. It was established in 1798, and that alone, is enough to give me goosebumps.
As I entered the cemetery, this squirrel was found lying-in-wait on a headstone.Some people are afraid of ghosts. I ain’t afraid of no ghosts but I am afraid of squirrels. Maybe this fear is irrational but Clark Griswold and I, respectfully disagree. Squirrels are scary ya’ll!
Whether you believe in ghosts or not (I do) there’s something haunting about being in a cemetery. The fact that this particular cemetery, is located in a part of town that you don’t want to find yourself in after dark, only adds to it’s mystique.
NC’s fall foliage is limited and short-lived, unless you’re in the mountains. Amber and cranberry colored leaves struggle to contrast themselves against lush evergreens. We take what we can get of the spectacle during autumn.
I get a strange and eerie feeling, each time I walk away from a visit to a cemetery. Rationally, I know I’m just walking away from bones but I often feel as if I’m abandoning those who didn’t receive a proper headstone with an inscription. Upon exiting, I was drawn to this humble headstone with a lone, fallen leaf, resting beside it. Obviously, I never knew ‘J.N.H.’ but I like to imagine that his or her’s lived life, was worth more than a few crudely carved initials.
Please stand by for photos that are not Halloween themed. What? I took a lot of photos today. O.K ?
Bee In A Blossom: Amid Fall Berries
Berries And A Bud
From Where I Stand: A Steeple
These. Leaves. Are. On. Fire!
I know; too much excitement for one day. Let’s round it out with a little om moment.
*Disclaimer* I don’t believe in ghosts per se, but I do believe that energy goes somewhere. For you, it might be heaven. If that is your belief, I’ll vehemently stand behind you, for your right to express that.
I’m a bit of a science nerd, and I subscribe to this theory of physics:
Not created or destroyed? I like that. Heaven to me, would consist of reminding my great-granddaughter to only cook cornbread in a cast-iron skillet. Additional notes would include being kind to the ‘unpopular’ and, seeking out the beauty in each day.
We have but a little time on this earth, and hopefully, our tombstones will contain more than initials.
What would you have your tombstone say?