While driving near Bancroft, Michigan, yesterday, I spotted a small cemetery. It was peaceful and quiet so I stopped and walked around a bit. Aligning a large field and serenaded by birds, I saw several old tombstones that had fallen onto the ground in years past. It was intriguing and interesting how the stones are becoming part of the earth (again). A beautiful place at the curve in the road…..
Lots of delightful lichen! 
Laura is cracked but she’s still hanging in there. 
It took me a minute, but suddenly I realized, that’s the cemetary where my parents are buried. It is a lovely, old, country spot to rest in peace.
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