"In memory of Barbara Anne Hunsley who loved to walk in this wood", is what it says, on a memorial bench at the edge of my favourite wood.
I had gone out this morning, with dog, for my usual and, as usual, found myself doing a Meldew at the litter...then I came to the bench and I find atop, a bunch of fresh roses(?).
Just being there and noting that someone still cares for someone's memory; well it put and end to my grumps immediately.
I.d seen similar things thereabouts, before, but none had yet prompted me to ponder my own mortality and how it may be remembered.
Oh, maudlin and droll.
Ach, it was just a cold, which made me use a hankie, and my throat was just a wee bit dry from want of coffee.
Thoughtfully, we took the leafy path home, to the festive warmth of family which waited us there.
Ceeg
I had gone out this morning, with dog, for my usual and, as usual, found myself doing a Meldew at the litter...then I came to the bench and I find atop, a bunch of fresh roses(?).
Just being there and noting that someone still cares for someone's memory; well it put and end to my grumps immediately.
I.d seen similar things thereabouts, before, but none had yet prompted me to ponder my own mortality and how it may be remembered.
Oh, maudlin and droll.
Ach, it was just a cold, which made me use a hankie, and my throat was just a wee bit dry from want of coffee.
Thoughtfully, we took the leafy path home, to the festive warmth of family which waited us there.
Ceeg
