Here is an extra piece of the Oldton graveyard to add to the stuff Paul sent you. It reminds me of picking primroses for my mum and getting stung on the bottom by a bee.
Instead of running into the house with a little bunch of sunshine, I ran in wailing with pain. Sorry mum.
The place wouldn't look like a graveyard if it weren't for those tombstones. I can tell it's abandoned, since it's filled with tall, green grass.
Posted by: Loria Schleiff | February 22, 2012 at 12:43 PM