By daffodils, I assume you mean crocuses, lol :D

I love wandering through graveyards, as well. It's life-affirming in a weird way, to read how old some folk lived to be, then it hits hard when the next grave contains a child only a few years or even months old. I've been tracing my family tree for about six months now and have laughed and cried at discovering nuggets of information about my ancestors' lives. They were real people, not just names and that's the way graveyards make me feel.

Thanks for the photos. Which church is it?