It's funny, before the death of my Grandmother, I never really understood why anyone would really decorate a grave. I only went to cemeteries to admire the stonework and to take photos of the angels.
But now that Grandma is dead; Becky and I visit her grave at least once a month to change out the flowers. Becky had made a promise to Grandma that she would do this.
These are the flowers I picked for late January to early March. Since it's been so cold in this neck of the woods I have to wait for a little warmer weather so we can pull out the previous flowers.