I love this photograph. I love that someone took the time to gather the rocks and make the old fashioned wall. The image alone reminds me of what my Great, gr, Aunt wrote in her journal…”Every year we had to go out into the field and take the rocks out, it was like our farm grew rocks better than it grew crops.” Isn’t that a great visual?
Since there are so many people crowded at the beaches, we opted for something different. We went to the grave park and walked around up and down the hills. It is such a beautiful grave park with lots of old crypts, and statuary. In the early 1900’s this is where people would hang out on Sunday after church. Go to the grave park and ride bikes and have a picnic. While we were visiting the grave park there were bikers and some people having a picnic. It was a really nice day!