Pictures taken on trip to see Lyra's grave today.
There's been so much rain. I got a new flower holder
I decorated, and some new flowers for this month.
The poem is by William Broome:
The stars in order
twinkle in the skies
and fall in silence
and in silence rise.
The little white church we got married in. Arrow pointing to Lyra's grave.
Clear skies for a time.
Getting closer to harvest time in Kansas.