“Nature often holds up a mirror so we can see more clearly the ongoing processes

of growth, renewal, and transformation in our lives.”

Author Unknown

First apples blossoms of the season

Two years ago today we buried Mama’s ashes within a circle of moss covered rocks in the oak grove where the deer bed down.

It’s where she wanted to be.

We took Daddy down from the hutch and placed his ashes beside her. Then we covered them with earth from the forest floor and marked the spot with another great rock.

Family and friends planted Vinca around the grave. Some tears. Some laughter. A whole lot of numbness.

Then we walked up to her house, just a few yards away, and sat on the patio eating and drinking and telling stories. There was beer involved. And chocolate. 

Mama would’ve liked that. Daddy would’ve too, especially the beer.

Two years later the Vinca has grown and spread. I walk by the oak grove every day on my way to and from the barn. Sometimes I stop and say hi. Sometimes the chimes that we hung ring out with the wind. Or without it.

Someone else lives in the cottage now. 

And it’s all good. Because life goes on.