Wildflowers

Walking the cemetery as often as I do, I’ve become very familiar with many aspects of it. This is a signed sculpture of a young girl holding flowers up toward the sky. It sits atop a large metal plate by a headstone. I didn’t have my camera and anyway, I’ve tried before. It doesn’t photograph well. And her face is so sad. Today I decorated her with tiny wildflowers before a phone snap and a faff.

While there, I heard several sneezes one after the other. It turned out that Dan and Linda, who lived in our house 25-ish years ago, were sprucing up their family graves.

Back home, Papa robin has been making brief appearances. We suspect he may be a bigamist.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend. Be safe. Be kind. X