Today started out absolutely stunning. The sun shone bright, the autumn colors were at their height, and everything was scented with fresh rain. It was heavenly. I quickly made it to the cemetery with little trouble. I stopped to take this photo to prove to you just how beautiful the trees are right now.
For the first time, the cemetery was actually open. Usually I have to sneak around a chain across the road. I wonder if they specifically opened the cemetery just for Halloween? It wasn't open on Saturday, which would seem like a more realistic time to open it to visitors.
Today I brought a handy little gadget that I picked up on Ebay for $40. It is a little Dano word-processor by Alphasmart. I thought it would be perfect for writing when I take little trips on my bike. It is small, light, and it fits perfectly in my little backpack. It also has a long battery life and it transfers my documents straight over to my laptop when I am done. It is extremely spiffy.
I am always amazed at how much the cemetery can change in just a few days. The beautiful leaves had already fallen off the biggest tree.
The bare tree adds a creepy mood to the graveyard. It seems like winter is sneaking up on us.
Speaking of eerie, check out these mushrooms! I love the black one.
In the midst of the dead and decaying leaves, I did find a wonderful surprise. It was an abrupt reminder that even when surrounded by death, life will flourish. Look at these vibrant purple flowers that popped up around a grave.
After taking all my photos, I decided to get down to work and start writing. Wanting to be inspired by my adopted ghostly muse, I left an autumnal offering at the grave marker of Joseph Houck. I hope he likes the baby pumpkin.
In return, I slipped the little rock back in my pocket that I had left as an offering on his gravestone a few weeks ago. I had a reason for this; it has to do with my little ghost story that I am writing.
I then sat down next to the marker and pulled my word-processor out. I spent the next two hours planning the plotline for my ghost story. I am pretty excited about it. It of course will include both my ghostly muse and the gravestone that sits next to him.
This gravestone is completely unmarked. I can't find any information about it. But my imagination has run wild with speculation. This little grave marker will play a huge part in my ghost story.
The minute I finished writing and decided that I should start to head home, the weather changed. As I put on my bike helmet, the sun disappeared behind a dark cloud and the air chilled. I shivered, and hopped on my bike.
As I left the boundaries of the cemetery, it started to rain. At first it just sprinkled, but the further I went from the cemetery, the harder it poured. Soon I was biking through torrential rain.
That is when I decided that karma was getting even with me. I had stolen the rock that I had left as an offering a few weeks ago. I guess replacing it with a new offering was not good enough to appease the nasty weather. I got back to my house seven miles later completely drenched and frozen.
I was selfish too, I didn't return the rock. It is sitting in a box in my bedroom along with Teddy Bear. Don't be surprised if some of this winds up in the the ghost story :D