One of the meeting places for the Southern Gardener Symposium was in an annex building of a stately church.
Grace Episcopal Church in Saint Francisville, LA was completed in 1829. It was shelled during the Civil War and rebuilt in the 1880’s.
Beside the church, a large cemetery with old gravestones is a quiet place to wander around.
There’s something sobering to be reminded of people who lived so long ago. History reminds us of the accomplishments of people who came before us. It also serves as a warning of mistakes not to repeat. The problems and worries that occupy much of our everyday thoughts and time don’t seem quite so important.
The land in this area is so fertile, but I did not expect ferns growing on tree trunks and branches.
A sense of the past hangs in the air, along with the Spanish moss.
Seriously, how much rainfall is needed for ferns to sprout roots in tree bark?
Old churches make me sentimental and grateful for life and all its opportunities and obligations.
“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.” Bill Keane