Blessed Imbolc! First day of Spring!
I felt the best way to mark it was to tend to my mouse cemetery in the garden.
Thankfully, as yet, I have not had to bury any of the six woodmice I rescued a year ago, but so far I have buried four little bodies killed by cats in the garden this year. A fifth was kind enough to leave me its skull and one diminutive vertebrae.
The last picture is the “before” photo.
I know that the next gust of wind, rain or soon-to-come snow will “destroy” it… but the purpose is not permanence but a reflection on the ephemeral nature of life and the seasons we live through.
May their little souls rise with the sap of Spring!