The Cemetery

I was at the cemetery yesterday changing a flag for Mom and checking on things in general. Sometimes when I visit, the groundskeepers will stop what they're doing (if they're in my basic area) move away and wait for me to leave before they continue. I've always found this considerate and respectful. I hate that I mess up their schedule so keep these visits brief. I was finished with Mom, checked on the grandparents then looked over to Aunt Marion and there was this kindly old groundskeeper with a bundler of artificial flowers in his hands. He was wrapping the stems with white tape. I was curious so I STARED and saw that he laid them down and was writing on the white tape. He then put them in a wheelbarrow with several other bundles of flowers. I realized that he was going plot by plot picking up the flowers, marking them and putting them in the wheelbarrow. Apparently he will do this for a section of the cemetery then they mow and weed and clean-up and he puts them all back according to what he marked on the tape. How remarkable! I did not even consider that people would be so considerate as to go to this much trouble. Then . . . he saw me staring, stopped what he was doing and put his head down (as if in prayer) and I took off!