We live close to a historic cemetery and frequently visit, since the paths are fairly smooth (for little bikes) and the gravestones amazing.
The seasons are so gorgeous to watch, as they move in and out with the rhythm of the days.
Sometimes you find little pieces of God dropped about like missing buttons.
The mallard families are, of course, a favorite with all:
As morbid as it sounds, though, I love the crosses on some of the old, worn tombs.
Now that the ice is receding, a good time is had by all. Huzzah for Spring!