Fogiedom

The other day we went to the Vine Hills Cemetery to bury my mother in the family plot.  It’s a woodsy spot, and I don’t mind thinking about as a resting place for my own body when it comes to that. I’m happy that mayflowers flourish over the graves, and this time I noticed wintergreen berries.  As we were waiting for the mourners to assemble, I took this photograph.  Perhaps it was unseemly for me to be snapping a picture, but the image comforts me.