Posts Tagged ‘Graveyard’

1st: A Convex Mirror.  I’m not sure why exactly, but I’ve always liked them.  I’ve just the place for a medium sized one in the conservatory,


2nd: My Yellow Umbrella back.  You know who you are.  I had this wonderfully yellow umbrella that I got for €10 in TK Maxx.  It was samsonite and really robust.  A friend, ‘my ex-wife’, as I like to call her, borrowed it and hasn’t returned it.  I’ve always felt it brought sunshine to a gloomy day.


3rd: A Sunny Sunday.  This Sunday is what’s known as Cemetery Sunday in Mullingar.  For the past few weeks people have been visiting the graves of dead relatives and cleaning them up.  This Sunday everyone assembles in the graveyard and a mass is performed to bless the graves.  It’s done every year.  Richie’s extended family will be coming from near and far and it would be nice to have some sunshine while they visit.



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Have you ever been to a graveyard at night. I hadn’t, until late yesterday evening. We live very close to a cemetery and Richie has a number of dead relatives residing in it. He was meant to water some flowers that his father planted on one or two of the graves but we forgot until it was dark.

We thought it best to go and do it rather than leaving it another day in case his father was to discover the spring blooms in the same state as the people they were planted for.

I was expecting it to be creepier than I thought. It was actually quite peaceful and beautiful. It was a clear night last night and a new moon was smiling upon the tombstones. The stars twinkled like the tiny LED night lights that were on almost every grave like a thousand flickering candles. It was gorgeous. So very calm and silent. 20120326-140513.jpg20120326-140526.jpg

There’s a section in the cemetery for small children and babies. Miniature crosses and toys adorned each diminutive grave. Slightly eerie in their own right.


Of course there was the odd spooky statue as well. Here’s a very out of focus Virgin Mary. Corroded by the elements and hidden beneath the leaves of an old tree.


It all sounds kinda morbid but it wasn’t at all.

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