A Little Kindness
Village Elder, Islwyn looked busy this afternoon. I spied him in my field , dragging branches to the ever growing bonfire mound. He had been pottering around the graveyard, The graveyard he has unofficially manicured for well over a decade. He waved. We talked about Gentleman Farmer Ralph He and Islwyn had been good friends. “ The family said that they can almost see Ralph’s graveyard plot from his farm “ Islwyn said and I nodded looking across the valley to Ralph’s farmhouse standing proud to the South West “Pity for them there was not a hole in the hedge“ he added. I noted that the branches in his hands were the size of a small new hole in the graveyard hedge. from Going Gently https://ift.tt/30RY8z8