Actually, we arrived at West Palisades Cemetery just before noon. I finally got to see the final resting place of the Akers. It was a very pleasant cemetary in southwestern Minnesota, just a stone's throw from the South Dakota line, where my ancestors actually lived.
The graves were simple. Not many plants, except for a couple of peonies. Few other ornamentals will persist in this harsh climate. The quaint steeple of the church about a mile away was sharply juxtaposed against one of those giant wind turbines that are popping up like dandelions after a spring rain. One of the peonies had a wild four o'clock growing in with it. OK, I know that this is a noxious weed in many places, but it is a plant that I admired as a child. I like the green papery sepals that persist and the almost succelent, heart shaped leaves. The crepey pink flowers are long gone.
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