I went down to the corner tonight, something that I have done on the last Monday of August, for many, many years. It's the day after Decoration Day at the Avonbank Cemetary. It is a beautiful and touching place to visit on a soft and gentle summer evening.
I set to wondering who it is who it is that takes the time and trouble to lay flowers at the gravesites where the headstones have become illegible, or are over a hundred and fifty years old. Is it relatives or is it some kind soul who is performing random acts of kindness and colour.
I am also very curious about who it is that lays the flowers on the grave of the family that used to live in this house. Some day I'm going to have to go down there and sit and wait, just in case they are family and can tell me some stories about them.
I love that someone takes time to honour others in such a simple and beautiful way even when they would not possibily have known them.
It is indeed a lovely place to go and reflect on the kindness of the human spirit.