These two little guys definitely had someplace to be. I spotted them trotting up the road through Walnut Glen Cemetery in Booneville, Missouri this summer.
Note the lolling tongue. It was one of those 104 degree days. Mine was lolling too.
But enduring the heat was worth it. This is a great old cemetery. Aptly named. The towering trees must be at least a century old.
Not sure if it was the dappled shade or the sweltering heat, but unlike the dogs, I was in the mood for a long, slow ramble through the grounds.
There was plenty to see.
Just FYI, I don’t put captions on my photos, but if you hover over them you usually get their location and sometimes a comment. If I ever neglect to tell you where something is that you’d like to go visit yourself, just ask.
If only we had a century long time-lapse of this tree’s life and death growing up around this tombstone. Pretty cool.
Another little side note; I decided to stop here on my trip because Walnut Glen’s the name I gave the cemetery in my novel. It was total chance. I thought I’d made it up. I’m always looking for my characters’ names too, and mine, friends and family. Is that maybe a little morbid? Haven’t found them yet, at least not first and last together.
But cemeteries are great places to find character names!
Here’s one of the carved tree stumps Artsifrtsy commented on a few posts back. You’ll find them in almost every cemetery of a certain age. She told me that many were made for members of a service organization called Woodmen of the World that still exists. I had no idea!
This little guy was only about an inch long, but his colors caught my eye. What a beauty! RIP