Marble Gravesign

J had missed being at A's funeral (in person, anyway) so we'd planned a trip over to the woodland burial site while he was back in the country.

The wild flowers had grown into profusion over the last three months and there were a lot of Marbled White butterflies flitting between them. And a few pairs making more Marbled Whites.  

She'd like that.

We sat in quiet remembrance for a while, and J read her poem at the graveside.