But sometimes they do.
This devestation just goes on and on. It looks like nothing will ever live there.
It already is.
Its only been 3 weeks since the fire, and brave little green shoots up.
|Seashore being overlooked by the cematary, near Merimbula|
Then I went visiting.
I've been fond of cemetaries for longer than balcony gardens, but for the same reason - they show people's character and lives, our strivings and sorrows.
This poor fellow, he left so many people behind, including a little boy.
Who will make my headstone, I wonder? Who's will I make?
Lots of sadness ahead. But I can fit in lots of love before then, I must remember that.
This little lad never made it to being a grown-up. Now its just him and his board-stone, listening to the waves.
Here is a bloke who seems to have enjoyed his work and life.
But I do wonder about some families, about the limits of the Aussie sense of humor.