Before we took pictures of the terriers yesterday, Rusty & I explored Park Street Cemetery, an 18th century burial ground across from the square. Rusty is very knowledgeable about it, and she showed me several interesting stones.

( People died in some pretty horrible ways back then... )

The fella who carved a lot of these stones (and several of the ones in that old cemetery in Westfield) is buried here, too. A lot of history in a small plot of land.

I did so much walking this weekend, I am stiff and sore. It was so worth it, though; what a gorgeous weekend! A real taste of spring. It felt so good to be outside without a coat, gloves, and hat. I was almost too warm in a sweatshirt jacket.

The river was much higher today than it was yesterday; must be all that melting snow & ice. ( rushing waters )

( more treasures )

There was a huge mound of flowers in the cemetery, and I just couldn't resist. They were mostly white, and so pretty. There was some Russian candy placed next to them.

( flowers )

I came across a gravestone that made the writer in me cringe. It's wrong on so many levels!

( Strunk & White are spinning in their graves )

I'm looking forward now to a hot shower, and the Oscars on the telly. I just hope I can stay awake for it!