Ashes to Nutrients

When death calls, keep the carbon cycle going

The gift of the raspberry bush that keeps on giving

My father died recently. And then flowers came. “No flowers, please,” said the death announcement. A donation to a charity, instead, please. Still the flowers came. They were nice. They scented the room. They cheered me slightly. They made me think of the friends and family thoughtful enough to send them. And then they too died. As will my friends.