Tokens of Love and Canada Geese...

It is so apparent on my walks through the cemetery that loved ones may be gone, but they are certainly not forgotten.

If family members live nearby, it's not unusual to see grave sites decorated for fall.

You might find potted mums of hot pink...

... yellow...

... or red and orange.

In other spots, fall perennials pop up...

... adding beautiful color...

... to the graves they adorn.

There are ornamental grasses...

... autumn flags...

... and mini pumpkins...

... on some of the graves.

Yes, it's very clear that our loved ones are not far from our thoughts, whether we are close enough to visit and decorate their graves... 

... or whether we hold and cherish them in our hearts from miles away.

That's probably one of the many reasons I enjoy walking the cemetery so much.

You can feel the love. It exists in the newer sections where loved ones have recently been laid to rest and in old sections, where the gravestones record past decades, even centuries. It is felt by the graves visited daily and by those whose loved ones are not able to visit. Love knows no distance or boundaries; it transcends miles and years, and it can be felt as strongly as the warm sun or, more recently, the chilly air, when I take my walks.

And these guys are one of the reasons I enjoy my early morning walks. 

That's most often when I find the Canada geese there.

I always stay back a distance from them because I don't want to disturb them.

This was taken on a different morning, when it was quite foggy.

I fiddled around with the zoom on my camera and the contrast in editing this photo to make the geese more visible.

Just a couple of videos taken...

...of the geese flying (sometimes right over me)...

while visiting the cemetery.

This photo was taken in early October before most of the trees started changing. On this particular day, when I got into my car to head home, there was one perfect autumn leaf resting on the windshield. Not caught in the wipers or anything, just laying on the windshield. My mom's favorite season was fall. It made me think of her, of course. Perhaps that was the plan all along :)

Have a beautiful week, everyone!

Donna