The end of the Path

At the garden center today we both honed in on a concrete cat, I talked to one of the girls there who distracted Karen while I bought it and placed it on the passenger seat of the car. Karen opened the car door and jumped a mile.

I think she may have thought it was a raccoon.

We spent an hour today extending a short path in the garden to the area where we buried Bill, placed our little marker there, something to stir up all those memories of the little guy amongst the daffodils and the lupins.

It was nine weeks ago today.