Cave Hill Cemetery prides itself on outstanding maintenance and continues to follow the landscape theory of creating a controlled naturalistic environment where trees, shrubs, waterfowl and family memorials blend together to form the beautiful panorama of a traditional rural cemetery.
Cave Hill is Louisville’s only arboretum and maintaining the trees undisturbed is difficult because of the nature of our business. Root damage is prevalent and trees die from this as well as lightning, wind damage and old age. Dead trees are removed in the Fall, and replanting commences in the Spring.
Here is an excerpt from the brochure:
FROM DEDICATORY ADDRESS:
“A proper taste will regulate the character of the trees and flowers, and their distribution and arrangement. It will tolerate nothing in the style of the flower garden or the pleasure ground – nothing, in short, that is inconsistent with the properties of the place. But, reason and taste suggest that it should be decorated appropriately by the beautiful productions of our great Creator. The cypress, the oak, the elm, the weeping willow, the magnolia, the silver-leaved maple, the larch, the mountain and the weeping ash, should adorn the ground with their pale or deeper verdure, and their refreshing shade. As in the frosts of the autumn they cast their leaves, they will admonish us that “we all do fade as a leaf.” The white pine, the juniper, the hemlock, the spruce, the arbor-vitae, the yew, and if possible the Cedar of Lebanon, should lift up their perpetual verdure here, the emblem of a life that passes not away. The English ivy, the Virginia creeper, the glycine and the eglantine should be planted here, to bind together turf and tree and marble.
The green and flowering shrub, the rhododendron, the mountain laurel, and the azalea should be here; the white jasmine, also the daisy, and, first in beauty and appropriateness, the rose, should in the morning shed their fragrance and in the evening scatter their withered blossoms over the graves of those we love: And then let the humbler vines, the violet, the periwinkle, and forget-me-nots creep from grave to grave.”