The Tree Oversees

 

 

   In my travels today I wandered off Route 59 and came upon this small farm. I was about to drive past when I saw a small family cemetery just beyond the back of the farm.

I stopped and looked. Really looked. I saw this beautiful old tree, bare branches hanging over the graves within the little fenced burial site.

I thought maybe the family that settled the land so many years ago chose that spot for their family to be laid to rest beneath the protective loving branches of that big old tree.