Good morning, Elle!
Weather is overcast but dry.
I am just home from cemetery.
The only other person there was a woman walking her dog.
My Dad was 76 when he died.
There are quite a few neglected graves in our cemetery.
People simply do not visit.
"Out of sight, out of mind?"
Next time I go, I'm taking a scrubbing brush.
The stone has a black growth of some kind dotted here and there.
Hopefully a scrubbing brush will clean it off, for a while anyway.
Good morning, Rosalind!
I am impressed by your love of poetry and Shakespeare!
They are not close to my heart, I'm afraid.
I like several of Robert Frost, though.
Maybe there is hope for me, yet!