A useful trick for describing (bucolic) scenes is to garner inspiration from a relevant image, e.g.
Above the cloud-smeared horizon, a mantle of tawny penumbra cast an iridescent halo wide around the dipping winter sun. The glittering bay was cleaved in two by a path of liquid copper, which splashed an amber glaze over the damp beach that lay below the cemetery. Vic propped the Kilmarnock willow against the grey stone wall and cut out a small circle of turf where the shrub was to be planted. They had struggled down the cobbled walkway from St Mary’s church, Norman insistent on bearing the coffin despite his arthritis. Four old men. Mickey Brennan still nowhere to be found.