Stones of remembrance

A breath of breeze
Or something otherworldly
Brings movement
Around the stones
Of remembrance.

Going to the polling station this morning got me thinking about our responsibility towards all who've suffered, fought and died for the right to vote, all over the world and all those who are still denied it. I could rant on about how strongly I feel everyone should vote but instead I want to share this image which is gentle and sombre and perhaps says more eloquently something about the debt we owe so many who've died. I took this in the little graveyard by the primary school where I voted.

I got talking to an elderly man, all smart in a black suit complete with a looped watch chain, who tends the area around his wife's grave twice a week come rain or shine. He takes care of several untended graves there, planting weeping willows, herbaceous perennials and wildflowers, and replacing plastic flowers once a year. He cried when he told me that he'd been married to his angel for 46 years and knew she was waiting for him.

So really, this is about responsibility and remembrance on a number of levels.

I'd fallen behind with my journal although I have managed to take some pictures each day, mainly in the garden - I just don't know where the hours go. Anyway, I've today backblipped several and am going to try and make the time to blip daily again and catch up with people's journals. A couple of my favourites are

Italian opera
Our family
My turn next