|Max (L) & Jack (R)|
|Leaf covered paths lead |
around the cemetery.
Sometimes we walk through the University Parks, sometimes around Christ Church meadow, but since yesterday was Halloween, of course we had to walk through a cemetery. Holywell Cemetery, just around the corner from us, is a perfect dog-walking spot. It's enclosed so it's safe for puppy Jack, there are winding paths leading all around it so I can keep track of them easily, and it's full of smells and nooks and crannies for investigative noses.
|"People living deeply |
have no fear of death."
~Anaïs Nin, Diary, 1967
|The gravestone of Kenneth Grahame, just|
to the right as you come into the cemetery.
|Jack and poet Charles Williams..........I don't know if|
Charles Williams was a dog lover, but I know he was a
lover, and that love must shine through the veil to Jack.....
|Stuart and I both saw a formed, dense, white mist hovering |
over this gravestone. It was there for a few moments and then gone.
Shadows of a thousand
years rise again unseen,
voices whisper in the trees,
"Tonight is Halloween!"
And now we move into November, autumn deepens