Something we do frequently is go to old cemeteries. I love old cemeteries, and Bryce REALLY loves old cemeteries. We love the history, the epitaphs (for me the more Victorian and morbid the better), the feeling like maybe we're "visiting" stones and memories of people who haven't been visited in a long, long time.
We found one of the oldest we've been to in Salem:
|Burying Ground in the center of Salem.|
But then when we went to Grafton, Vermont and Manchester, Vermont, we noticed something interesting.
|Grafton Vermont cemetery|
|Factory Point Cemetery in Manchester, VT|
Do you see the tiny purple flowers? That's not grass, that's a creeping thyme! It made the most wonderful scent when we walked on it, and there were honeybees everywhere.
I didn't think it could be a coincidence, and my theories were that it was a good groundcover that you didn't have to mow and it smelled nice.
I found this post here about how thyme has a long history with death, but in older cemeteries it is indeed a great groundcover, and it was meant to mask the odors of, well, death.
The things you learn when traipsing about in cemeteries from the 1700s on vacation.
|The Grafton cemetery again, super gloomy and Victorian looking.|
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