2009: Mr. Burnett agrees to take me and my friends to Hester Cemetery, in the country between Lenox and Eldorado. The father of my friend Mary, Mr. Burnett is a handsome elderly man. He lives in Eldorado, not too far from the cemetery, in a lovely country home that makes me think of homemade cakes [...]
As I moved from one grave to another, my husband warned me to keep some distance from a tomb that was swarming with bees. By not getting too close to the vault, we were able to avoid the bees, and they ignored us.
If you read my posts, you know I’m writing my second novel, and you know I enjoy searching for forgotten graves. It’s what I do. I have to stop writing at times to go exploring. If not, I'll go stir crazy. Last week, though my husband seldom accompanies me on my explorations, he decided to [...]