B E B E R E

Of course, you can't have a proper New England cemetery without weeping beeches, birches, cedars or willows.



Here we are hiding underneath a purple weeping beech with braches high enough and strong enough to support even a fully-grown tree-climber.

(This photo reminds me of back when I was a child and my mother would take me to our local garden cemetery back in Buffalo to play in the trees and feed the ducks. Leaving would upset me so that I could be a real terror; am told that I bit mom once, in fact. Didn't bite the person who accompanied me this past visit, however, as I didn't want to end up walking home.)