I drove out of town shortly after ten o’clock this morning, heading east after the most brutal morning sunrays slanted higher. My drive took us around four hours to reach an old familial cemetery plot. As planned I took seashells to my mother’s gravesite in lieu of flowers or a United States flag, another consideration due to her lifelong patriotism.
As for the silk flowers in the photo, I’ve no idea who left them. I hope these seashore memorial offerings will hold up well. She and I gathered shells together on the North Carolina shore many years ago. Any that blow away will in the future, I hope, not just puzzle but make other visitors smile in curiosity.