today was forecast as a battle between winter and spring, so when it was still warm and sunny earlier in the day, i decided i needed to get a walk in before any severe weather. the old cemetery being right there, i went to document some of my favourite details. since i was about twelve, it has been one of my favourite places to go to. it's not terribly old, i believe it was founded sometime in the mid-1800's, and a lot of the old graves were cleared away to make it 'nicer' in the 90's much to my dismay and horror. there's still a lot of history, though. i have no idea who anselmi grönroos was, but his stone is one of the really sympatethic ones, with really lovely lettering.
font-wise this mid-century beauty is much to my liking. it's solemn without being heavy. again, i don't know anything about these people but the internet tells me axel came from a big family in åland. i didn't even notice when taking this photo how beautifully the surroundings are reflected on the stone.
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| gyromitra esculenta, deadly yet delicious when properly prepared |
my ruminations on life's futility and such came to an end when my eyes detected something even more intriguing than names and typefaces inside one of the fenced-in graves: tiny false morels they were, and soon i saw more all around. i don't usually do mushrooming in cemeteries, it just doesn't seem right, but there were so many... i doubt the deceased mind, i rather believe they would want us to enjoy life while we can, but i still just picked a few, and only the ones that weren't directly on someone's final resting place. they made a -- dare i say? -- heavenly pasta sauce. and to think that my friend who passed away two weeks ago today became more than one directly due to an invitation to stay for dinner, which was mushroom pasta by yours truly... well, life can be funny. i'll just leave it at that.
