Down a nearby country road is an old cemetery; once overgrown and nearly forgotten, it is now kept up. Supposedly, it is an old Indian burial ground. Many of the graves there are unmarked or have no engraved headstones. I also noticed quite a few spots where children rest. A stone marks this child's passing. Snoopy and Woodstock watch over the little one.
Postscript ~ Next to this little grave was a tiny bulb lying on top of the ground and I put it in my pocket. When I got home, I poked a hole in my flower bed and planted it. Turns out, it was a wild jonquil that grows around here and is the first thing to come up in the spring. My flower bed is now full of them.
