Is there anything more beautiful than the cemetery on a perfect spring Memorial Day?
I’ve always had a thing for cemeteries: I think they are stunningly beautiful (in a not at all morbid or creepy way). I always point them out on roadtrips, love passing them in tiny towns, and include them on my running routes whenever possible (you know, back when I used to run more than 5 miles/year). I’ve never actually been to visit one on Memorial Day, but I passed the Provo Cemetery on my bike ride yesterday and it absolutely took my breath away. All the deeply rich green grass, vivid color-pops of flowers, with the backdrop of the Wasatch mountains. Mmm. . . pretty. I couldn’t believe how many flowers there were. Kudos to all of you honoring your dead. I dragged my little family there for a quick stop-by on the way to a (larger) family party.
I’m tempted to go walk though there all this week on our stroller-walks. Is that disrespectful? I just really appreciate the beauty of a flower-filled cemetery.
I hope you all had a wonderful Memorial Day!