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Preserved grass

Cemetery Lue

One of the pamphlets in the information centre said that country cemeteries are a place where native grasses have been preserved because they were usually established early after settlement and not farmed, just mowed.

This is a repost to participate in the weekly Taphophile Tragics meme.


  1. Interesting stuff! I enjoy reading about the facts/info you've learned during your trips. It's so interesting to discover more about a place than just admiring the scenery.

  2. Of all the things that cemeteries keep and preserve, I'm sure I never would have thought of native species of grass.

    Someone had a brilliant insight to notice this advantage.

  3. Interesting information! Our cemeteries are so full that it's impossible to see such a 'lawn' inside...

  4. So - where vanished my comment to?

  5. Hm, I don't know - however: Like all the other commenters I think this very interesting. No grass in German cemeteries, they are more park-like, with cobbled paths.

    I tend to write "cementeries" tonight - so it's okay my first comment vanished into nirvana ... ;-)

  6. I have a soft spot for historical cemeteries. There are always interesting stories in those gravestones.

  7. 'cementeries' - *grin* ...

  8. Typo of the day blog ... what fun. Actually the pun value of your typo escaped my attention Martina until Julie highlighted it.

  9. You don't see it very often so much grass but looks peaceful and countrylike.

  10. Never thought about this. It is a bit like the Traveling Stock reserves where wildlife flourishes due to not being farmed.
    I have heard of Lue but have no idea where it is.

  11. Joan you also had a classic typo on my blog the other day where you said the possums were in your 'Hearing Ducts', classic, I loved it.

  12. This sort of headstone with footer surround, is the stalwart of Australian cemeteries, I consider, Joan. Up until maybe 50 years ago. Now we simply have the headstone, which is more often than not, lowrise, rather than the mediumrise of the 20th century or the highrise of the 19th century.

    I had forgotten this about grasses in cemeteries and their purity and why. Stands to reason I guess, except for birds and the wind. There is nothing pure about the vegetation of city cemeteries, though.

    Thanks for rebadging this for Taphophile Tragics. I find I am doing a cemetery a fortnight at the moment. I probably have enough to last me ... mmmm ... perhaps 3 years!

  13. Cememteries are nature reserves in their own right.

    Great picture.

  14. Gravesites preserving native grasses would not have occured to me but its obvious when you think about it.

  15. These plots are all lined up so close together - is that a normal design?

  16. hahahaha, that sounds very funny, preserved grass.. did you notice anything special about it.. ;)
    but i like the angel...

  17. I never thought of that..but thats a good point..


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