I chose to ignore her bad manners. I could have, but didn’t, tell her that not everyone may be comfortable in cemeterys, and there are people who may not be comfortable disturbing the ground.
The girls and I were going to the cemetery this morning to visit Mother Willow:
At Beltaine, after gathering our cemetery dirt, the Ladies and I left four silver coins with Mother Willow as an offering for the soil. The willow has a hollow spot in the center of all those large limbs, a spot large enough for me to step into. We buried our silver coins there back in May:
As the sun rose high overhead, and the heat of the afternoon descended, we reluctantly left the peace of this place and the comfort of this tree.