Cutting the Grass

Here's a view of the grass after we replanted the part where the riding mower did a donut at the end of the grave.  The grass is just like what we used to plant before Easter for the pre-k kids in Florida to take home with their dyed Easter eggs.

Yes, I'm cutting it with scissors.  We don't have a battery powered weed eater but that's next on my list. There's not very much and it's nice to just have some to cut (even if it is with scissors).  Last night we did something that probably has never been done in the cemetery.  Because it was supposed to frost, we put a white sheet over the grass and secured it with four tent pegs.  It was a little strange to see a grave covered in a white sheet (especially from a distance).  We went back before school this morning and took it off.  It was covered in frost so we were glad we did it.  I think we'll have to do it again tonight and then it's suppose to warm up.  Right now we're just trying to keep it cut low enough that it doesn't offend anyone and we're trying to keep it alive for a few more weeks until it covers all of the ground again.  Hopefully then it will form a little bit of thatch to keep it from being muddy all winter.

When we go to water the grass (and trim it) I've been cleaning babies' marble stones that have the black mold on them.  Most of the babies died in the 40's and their parents have passed away.  It gives me something to do.  Years ago when they buried their sweet baby they came and took care of the site bringing flowers and watering the grass with their tears.  Now, you can't read the names of the children on the stones but with a little gentle scrubbing with a toothbrush, baking soda and peroxide years of weathering are removed.  They don't look new.  They just allow us to read their names and know that they were important to someone.