The other day I didn’t work because I went to my great aunt’s funeral with my father. Then we went to the woods. I don’t go to the woods much. Mostly because I’m usually an indoors girl. (Though I did not scream when I picked two ticks off me. They’re par for the course when you walk through old grass this time of year.)
It was exciting because I got to see some old graves. They’ve been in the woods for possibly hundreds of years. They’re moss covered and look as though they’ve been part of the landscape for a looooong time. Word is, they’re Mi’kmaq graves (though unless they are dug up, no one will know if they belong to First Nations people or early settlers).
Well, those were my adventures in Annapolis County. I guess it was only appropriate that on the day my great aunt was buried, I saw some much older graves. The next time I’m walking through the woods, I’ll be on the look out for more.