I love my cemetery.  I figure that is probably an odd thing to say, but it is true.  The cemetery we live close to is this magnificent green space.  Huge old trees, rolling terrain, soft grass, beautiful vistas.  I walk my dog there everyday.  My children learned their letters from finding them on the stones, running from one stone to the next in happy discovery.  They all learned and mastered bike riding on the quiet roads that weave through it.  Raccoons, squirrels, groundhogs, fox, deer, coyotes, hawks, vultures, owls, and other various birds are some of the creatures that we have come across.  I love walking in the cemetery in the early morning when the air is slightly translucent with mist and the sharp angle of the sun makes everything glow golden.  This morning, there was a crispness to the air and a smell of leaves and campfire that, with the splashes of rust, orange, red, and yellow, made a perfect autumn morning.