Saturday, June 17, 2017
I've lived in West Philadelphia for 17 years now, and walked there nearly as long, and there are still new things to discover -- looming angels, beautiful trees, something flowering that I haven't noticed before.
Recently, the cemetery hooked up with the horticultural society and organized volunteers to tend some of the "cradle" graves in the cemetery. (These aren't infant graves, just cradle or bathtub shaped planters in front of the headstone). They were meant to be planted, but since most of the stones are 19th century, there is no longer anyone tending the graves and they were all overgrown.
The grave gardener volunteers sign up to tend one grave. The only rule is that the plants have to be historically accurate to the Victorian time period, but I think that makes it more fun.
According to the organizer, who is interviewed here, she got more than double the volunteers she needed and had to turn people away. I wasn't sure I'd have enough time to devote, so I'm glad she got more volunteers than she needed; however, being in there as often as I am and seeing all the flowers blooming makes me want to apply next year and find the time.