Even some cemeteries have both sad and happy places.
I have been in gardens that were so happy and welcoming that I did not want to leave and I have been in a few, like one by an old stagecoach stop, that made my heart so heavy I could feel the weight in my chest. I could not have worked in that area. I found out later that there had been a swing from the big tree where a young lady sat frequently and that is where she died. All the old plants grew well in that area but they were allowed to grow as they wished.
