Here are a few shots of the yard at the house I've been working in. This old tree has been growing on top of the ledge that juts up out of the ground for many years. When you get up close to the tree you can really see the age on it. Many of the limbs are rotting with old, peeling, dead bark.

I can't begin to tell you how quiet it was sitting out on the porch. It reminded me of when I was a kid and cars would only go by once in a great while. Not anymore. Where I live now the traffic never stops!

Small wild Strawberries growing at the base of the rock ledge

In the middle of the yard sits an old cemetery from the 1800's. The perimeters of the yard are filled with wonderful vegetable and flower gardens.

Only 3 headstones in the cemetery are visible (one is behind the tree trunk), however the woman who lives in the house, and was born and raised in the house next door, says she's counted 10 markers altogether. Most are just small stones under the grass.

The one that is the most visible is of a small girl. She died on January 4, 1849, at the age of 2 years, 4 months, and 3 days. I'm not quite sure what her name was due to age and moss on the upper part of the stone.
Today I'm off to work someplace else ... in a development. Not much history there. LOL!
Today I'm off to work someplace else ... in a development. Not much history there. LOL!