This wasn’t the most well-kept cemetery I’ve seen. A guy was mowing while I was there, and it looked like a cut hay field behind his mower. I wonder if they’ve ever heard of weed trimmers? The grass was so high around all of the headstones. Perhaps they are on a monthly mowing schedule.

Chief Bemidji’s grave. An example of the tall grass around gravestones here. Dad would flip out if he could see this!
For a little more information on Chief Bemidji, including a photo of him with his family, click here: Chief Bemidji and his family, Bemidji, Minnesota

I love finding literary references in cemeteries. Do you know on whose famous headstone that inscription appears?
I’m glad that this post got me to reading the poem Under Ben Bulben by Yeats.
And when I read that in particular, I thought, why not stop back and quote it in a comment on the blog of the grave-digger’s daughter? 🙂
That’s perfect! You don’t come across many poems that mention gravediggers!
You’re up North! Yea!