Room with a view

I like to visit cemeteries.  Most of the time I have no idea who is buried there.  It's always interesting to read the grave markers and imagine the stories.

In this one, I don't have to imagine quite so hard.  Here on Salt Spring Island is where my parents and younger brother watch the world spin on.

This is their beautiful view.   Essentially  this cemetery is a mowed and fenced field .  It was donated to the church because the original cemetery was being outgrown. Now, almost forty years on, it is still a pretty sparsely populated place.  I'm sure no one could have predicted a slow-down of custom. 

But, being a less busy place and off the road more travelled isn't a bad thing at all.  Bees hum in the lavender which grows all around.

Deer munch their way through the field and the only thing that worried them that day was the dog barking at the farm down the road. This mother and faun were part of a larger family of five. 

No one had come to pick the blackberries in the hedgerow so we obliged.

Though, we had only travel mugs to fill, we managed to pick enough for two breakfasts. 

Mom, Dad and Howard do have a few neighbors to keep them company.  I love the decorations on this piece of cement.

And, if I have to have a stone, this would be the sort I would like to have.  It looks as though it was always there, doesn't it?