wildflowers
and metamorphosis
Hello. This post is about Death & Birds.
Recently, during a (belated) spring-clean I found a piece of paper on which my eleven-year-old self had written my Last Will and Testament, bequeathing my humble belongings to various classmates, and my guinea pigs. In it, I made the reasonable request that a plane be filled with wildflowers and its contents released over the peak of a high mountain, before my body was placed atop. I also asked that a windup radio, camping stove, tin of baked beans, tin opener and fork be left at my side; just in case.
Reading it prompted me to review my current Death plan, which was all in order—though I admit my mind did drift towards what the practicalities of filling a plane with wildflowers might actually involve. David and I have, however, both gone for the more environmentally friendly option of plots at a natural burial ground. There are no man made grave markings allowed within the many acres of grassland, meadow and ancient woodlands of the site—only un-embalmed bodies buried in biodegradable coffins or shrouds, laid to rest in hand dug graves.