Unturned Pages

How many unturned pages of life do we all have?

I've finally found my blog mojo to continue the story of Annies Song, and express some recent musings.

Annie passed in to the light on the 14th June, and her life was celebrated two weeks ago at Higher Ground Meadow The most beautiful memorial service I have ever attended.

We arrived early.

Having arrived early, we wandered (me, barefoot) through the meadow on the wet dewy grass, to enjoy the tranquility, but sadly not the view. It was a murky grey morning, but we did see a deer and a red kite. The meadows are beautiful and the graves are understated in orchards with trees planted by each plot. A real sense of calm and synergy with nature that would be hard to ignore.

We were asked to wear something floral

To celebrate Annies love for nature and gardens, we were asked to wear something with a flower theme. It didn't have to be anything much, so MrH wore bird of paradise socks. Some had floral scarves or ties, while I had flower beads on my bracelet and some lavender from the garden on my bag.