Top of the hill

On almost every farm here on the ridge there is a family cemetery. I enjoy discovering them and wish each time I could tidy them up and keep them that way. Most are in the thickest part of the woods. Abandoned many years ago. Some of these were from the early 1800's to 1942. Some were so old the names and dates could not be made out. A short prayer, a few pictures and I was on my way. It is cold and wet here. Mud by day and ice by night. We are leaving a day early as it is forecast to rain and the road is in such bad shape we are not sure we would get out if it washes out much more. Will catch up when I get home to real internet