#random description time!

The yard is serene and beautiful, not at all like the stereotype seem to suggest. Sometimes the sun comes to play among its ancient trees and scattered flowers, and causes them to almost glow. A carpet of yellow-green grass creeps about, seeking to overtake but always held back by the power of weed whackers and trimmers.  

The graves themselves are old, so very old, often to the point of being unreadable. Most have withstood the test of time but a few bear clear traces of their trials. Some have split, becoming not one stone but many; others are simply cracked and damaged, the tendrils of age spreading across their surfaces. Many are encumbered with vast colonies of lichen, disfiguring names and obscuring details.