As you, my friends, might have noticed, I’m in Germany for my brother’s funeral and for family togetherness.
These flowers from it were in my room for a couple of nights. Headaches ensued. Then these beautiful culprits moved to the entrance hall. I bet you can smell them...



Instead of an ordinary cemetery the burial of the urn is in a nature cemetery in a wonderful area that will allow a place under a chosen tree, where the internment will happen with professionals.

This is on our way choosing the tree. We chose a birch in a little clearing in a ring of chestnut trees.





Here are a couple of shots from the little town near the French border from where we drove up to the nature cemetery



On this one check the roof on the right



As you can tell it rained all day, which was not inappropriate for our sad task of choosing a grave site.
On the way home I spotted what might be the lair of Nosferatu.

Under discussion was a possible trip to the USofA.

"There is no way it can happen while there is "the full fence post" - but after that
it will be all systems go."
There was no question or discussions. She was fully understood immediately.

What we have lost, and what we continue to lose as we take our next breath is what words cannot encompass.
But now - we have hope - the ball of fully sanctioned impeachment inquiries is rolling. May it be fast and gather no moss.

Heard. Understood. Valued

There was a close death in my family, and an immediate flight to Germany became very important. I got here, the service was yesterday, and this afternoon I took a stroll to help soothe my soul seeing the life in the garden areas behind the houses where my relatives live. Hope you enjoy walking with me.

(.....and so many times before it was worthy of being satirized)