I don't believe there are services being held here anymore except for the folks underground in the graveyard on the left side in the distance. Someone is keeping the brush down but I found no signs of maintenance around the graves.There is something peaceful about a graveyard in the sunlight. It seems like it's more about life than death. It was full of birds and the buzzing of insects and it was alive.
I really wanted to go inside and inspect the type of construction as I believe this was built with hand tools only. It appears to be post and beam construction. I didn't refrain from entering because of the predictions of many that the walls would fall down if I entered a church. I didn't enter because this thing is being held up by spiderwebs. It's not safe standing beside it. If it's still standing when I pass that way again and there is good light I may approach a little closer and get some pictures through the holes in the walls.
The reason for this expensive road trip off into the wild and woolly world of barbaric highway travel, risking my life dodging 4000 pound weapons of war, after purposely plunging at headlong speed then passing within inches going in opposite directions, was to fetch these two little darlings. 11 and 12 years old and going on 20 they are singing with the radio and not missing a word of some undecipherable lyrics and non melodic songs. I never thought that being hard of hearing would be a blessing. I did enjoy the sound of their voices and the looks of happiness and joy however. Being around them causes me to get down right euphoric. Better than any drug I have ever used I'm surprised it's not illegal. I know it is frowned upon and considered sinful by some religions. 
Now I have my own "bicycle chics" for a few days.
Terrible pictures I know but I had my camera set wrong. It's what I got and I'm not throwing them out.I only saw three wrecks in this little adventure. One complete with helicopter, fire trucks and bodies on the ground and two that just ran off into the bayou. I saw many yellow lights run and three completely red lights (meaning yellow was a distant memory) run at speed. When you have a green light here it means look both ways before proceeding.
OK enough blathering on about how good these bringers of joy make me feel there is stuff to be done outside.
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Cute little girls,just wait till the boys start noticing them!!
And about grave yards. My dear departed Aunt use to go to them and look around. She said she was doing research, but I think she just liked reading the headstones.
Side note, she found a member of the distance family that had died and was buried in some remote area happen while he was on a trip. So she, my Dad and Mother carefully took the headstone and a shovel of dirt and MOVED him to the family plot some 100 miles away.
I love graveyards; the older the better. They are serene (designed so that you may rest in peace, after all) and sometimes quite beautiful as well as sad, in an oddly satisfying way.
When I was a pup, we would sneak off with some beer or spirits, and spend long evenings in the country graveyards around home, communing with spirits of another kind. We never did any damage, and would have severely damaged anyone we found doing so.
Some day, I am going to amble down your way with a bottle of whiskey, and see if you would like to join me in a little spirit research, I think.
Oddly enough, one of the places I played as a child was a graveyard in a small Welsh village. I guess having a dad who was a Pastor meant I felt comfortable in them somehow.
Come to think of it, some of the country churches were not in much better condition than the one in your picture.
Cute grandkids! great old graveyard.Get the Big Bad Wolf to blow the ol'church down,because nature is gonna do it soon.
Strolling about this early morning, I came across your blog. I like it. I like it a lot. I'll be back next time I read Ben in Texas' daily read.
Are you serious about the redbirds leaving your area at a certain time of the year? I had no idea they migrated. Course only an old fool such as me doesn't pay too much attention to stuff like that these days. One lonely little fellow stayed with me all this past winter but now he's out farting around with a new love...after I kept his belly full all those months. As Rodney use to say: I get no respect.
Sissy: The cardinals don't migrate as far as I know but during the summer they disappear around here for sometimes weeks at a time. We just had a changing of the guard here in that the half dozen males were replace with females and juveniles. I have only seen one male recently and that was yesterday.
We feed year round. We have had so many birds on the back porch that the cats are going elsewhere to eat.
Ben it's too late, the boys already are taking great notice but that's the way of things. A month or so ago the cats in the neighborhood were being followed by the tom's rolling around on the ground yowling, do me, do me and the girls are doing the same thing. I see them walking down the road with boys circling, eying and sniffing.
Nature is a grand thing.
It is too bad that graveyards get such bad press. I find them the most peaceful of places not the place of darkness and evil that fiction portrays. Those that reside there have found the truth that we will not know until we too are there.
I live near Colma, CA so I am not allowed to not like graveyards : )
Your girls are the same age as my Úna. Boys... her Godfather wants us to send her to a boarding school, all girl, somewhere in the Rockies : )
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