It was a little disconcerting, but I was impressed.
Not from afar, mind you.
The same pickup truck meandered through the very sections I was in at least a dozen times in two hours.
I didn’t feel threatened in any way. I felt I was being monitored.
This small town cemetery is very well maintained.
I think the person who was watching me was ensuring I did nothing to change that.
Flowers were on display at more than half the gravesites I visited in June of 2015.
The grass was neatly cut, trees were trimmed, and there was no litter anywhere.
They even went so far as to repair damaged headstones; a wonderful tribute to the community and it’s history.
But I have to admit I blanched when I saw this:
Because even the best intentions can result in irreparable damage.