Graveside
It’s a gray day in the country. I’ve had a day and night of slow and steady rain. So, far one inch has fallen. I hear tell more is on the way. I’ll let the rain gauge run until the event is done, whenever that might be. There’s a chance of showers all the way through Friday. This is going to be an oddly cool July methinks.
I visited my wife’s grave yesterday. I was there to meet a cousin and her husband. The graves of her mamma and daddy are there, as well as the graves of our grandparents, great-grandparents, and numerous aunts and uncles. After tending to things, we went and had a nice lunch. Other cousins, in town to tend graves, often give me a call as well when they come. We’re the living, circling around the dead.
I discovered a nice flower on my wife’s grave. I had a hard time identifying it. So, I sent the picture to my son. He told me it was a skeleton flower. Oddly fitting. But it was nice to see that she’s still bringing beauty into the world. I think this winter I’ll spread some native seeds around her grave to see what blooms in the spring. She always liked those flowers, and I think the deer will let them be. And I don’t know why I never thought of this sooner. I guess some things just take time to reveal themselves.