Saturdays are often cemetery days for me. They are beautiful things, cemeteries--like libraries. Stones all in a row. And like in libraries, I like to close my eyes and and listen carefully for whispers, for hush.
But the things I like best about cemeteries are the flowers and trees among all that stone. Perhaps one day, when I have faded away, someone will have the good sense to make use of the thick ash that will be me. Perhaps they will plant a lavender bush in me. I should like to be a lavender bush. But if I were a tree, bits of me would grow and get old, and other bits would twinkle in wind and turn gold, until drifting down with all the rest and then making such nice ruffling, shuffling sounds before getting damp, wearing thin. Or perhaps I could just become a bit of moss. I should like very much to be a bit of moss.
But the things I like best about cemeteries are the flowers and trees among all that stone. Perhaps one day, when I have faded away, someone will have the good sense to make use of the thick ash that will be me. Perhaps they will plant a lavender bush in me. I should like to be a lavender bush. But if I were a tree, bits of me would grow and get old, and other bits would twinkle in wind and turn gold, until drifting down with all the rest and then making such nice ruffling, shuffling sounds before getting damp, wearing thin. Or perhaps I could just become a bit of moss. I should like very much to be a bit of moss.
8 maids a-milking:
What a wonderful post. You made my day.
Your photos are always so gorgeous.
I'd like to be a Magnolia tree, or a Willow. Definately a tree.
Your photo are gorgeous. I am planning immortality myself. And Happy Thanksgiving on foreign soil...
that picture of the marvelous, wailing chrysanthemums is one of the most sumptuous, gorgeous photos i've seen on any blog. your words are matched by your scrupulous eye. what a perfect post.
Spider Mums! Spider mums are my most recent favourite flower. I would like a japanese acer planted on me, one of those oh so delicate, slightly showy with their red leaves, acers.
beautiful thoughts, beautiful flowers.
I love your photos, especially that last one. I think I shall go to the cemetery and take some photos later, if it stops raining.
mums: word.
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