My friend Cora Mae has buried three husbands in the Trenary cemetery. We stopped the other day to pay our respects and of course had to take Grandma Johnson along since she knew everyone buried there. Or almost everyone.
If you've never been to this particular cemetery, try to take a road trip in the spring for the best viewing possible. Grave moss carpets the entire cemetery with a rainbow of colors. Towering shade trees provide protection from the sun. Forget-me-nots are planted on one grave. A hydrangea on another.
Its a place where anything goes and nothing is regimented or required. I like that.