When I die I plan to be buried in a small cemetery in the country. It’s a public cemetery, but a lot of family, going back for one hundred twenty five years, is buried there. The relatives are mostly on my mother’s side.
It has been a peaceful, beautiful place. Peonies and iris grow in clumps, and almost half the grounds were shaded by old trees.
I say “were”. About three months ago there was a violent storm that ravaged the trees, and they were all so badly damaged that they’ve been removed. It’s all open now, and looks so bare.
My heart is hurting. I know nothing ever stays the same, but I’m glad my beloved grandmother didn’t live to see this. I’ll still go in the spot next to her parents, the stones are still there.
Trees grow surprisingly quickly. Plant now, for yourself. Those that follow can also enjoy.
This sounds like a wonderful project. I’ve thought it sad how many cemeteries have become so barren and plain. Make your mark. Perhaps other families might like to donate trees or landscaping in memory of their families.
It’s true, I was pruning a tree today that was only 5 years old, and it was already 15’ high, 20’ across and 6" thick at chest height. And this was in sandy soil (near the ocean in San Francisco). If you’re 60 (youngster!) you could easily live another 25 years, and if you plant now those trees could be huge by then.
You’re right about trees being a gift to the future, but you can enjoy them too.
There are many fast growing trees. Some grow too fast. My neighbors planted Tulip Poplars. They shoot up 12 ft tall in six or seven years. But are brittle too. The Neighbors often have limbs to pick up after any storms with winds. I rarely get broken limbs on my silver maple.