I have a doctor's appointment pretty soon, so there is not going to be a whole lot of description here. But the same day we went to the cemetery in Jamestown, we hit up the one in Randolph, too, which houses the earthly remains of some of my deceased relatives. (On a side-note, this is posting exactly 1 month after the event. Oops. I lose.)
We are a somewhat patriotic family. Clearly.
Willie Lee* died January 11, 1861 at the age of 6 years, 5 months, and 22 days (very specific). His family's plots are gated off from everyone else's.
While I am not very fond of the potted plant that was in the way no matter what angle I tried to shoot the picture at, I am rather fond of the goggy.
Count the legs on this spider. Enlarge the picture if you have to. Tell me if you find all 8. Legs, I mean.
*Not a relative.
Next up (which we don't actually know when that will come around) is Watkin's Glenn. A place of beauty, lots of water, and another cemetery!
And now, off to the doctor. It's a new one**, so wish me luck!
**A moment of silence, please, as we remember the days gone by where I was still seen by a pediatrician. Those days which are no more.