When Pete and I were on our New Year’s road trip a few months ago, we decided to go home from New Orleans by way of Arkansas. It was a new state for us—my 46^th, in fact—and we were curious. What was it like?

I realize we weren’t there at the best time of year—the trees had long lost their colorful fall foliage and spring buds were months away. Still, we drove through the Ozarks (those are mountains?), and came across this cemetery out in the middle of nowhere.

With Easter just around the corner, this reminder of death and resurrection seems timely. Besides, have you ever seen a cemetery like this?

I love the birdhouse wind chimes!

Sallie must have been born in 1831!

Only 27 years old when he died.

I’m not usually a fan of fake flowers, but in this case, they remind me of the joys of heaven.

Would you like to be buried here? What do you want done with your mortal remains when you die?