Faded Rose5:49 pm
Every week we take fresh roses to Florence's grave. I sit next to her stone, I remove last weeks roses,and I sit quietly trimmimg the fresh roses and arranging them. Meanwhile Woody cleans her lantern, and lights a fresh candle. India and Eden fetch fresh water, and clean the stone. Angus and Sid run around on the grass and sometimes pick dandelions or buttercups for Florence.
There is a certain grace in each of us having our role, even when there is little peace...the boys are not quiet when they are running about !
This evening, the cemetery was still, just us there. As I was removing last weeks roses, I spotted this one, and had to bring it home. Such faded beauty. I've placed it under Florence's photo in our bedroom.