I don't know why - but I never thought our little cemetery would have a "field of honour". Imagine my surprise when I was wandering around the cemetery a week or so ago to find rows upon rows of grey headstones and realized I had wandered into a field of honour.
I stood there for a long time mesmerized by the neat rows .. row after row .... of headstones. I think it kinda brought home how many die in the name of freedom - for their country.
I took this picture not so much because of the rows of headstones so neatly lined up - but because of the pumpkin pot of yellow mums.
You see - as I walked down the pathway that led to the field of honour - there was this big sign that declared to one and all "no plants or flowers - real or plastic - allowed " The powers to be had spoken. When I read that sign it raised my ire. IF I had a loved one buried here I wouldn't want any "chief of staff" telling ME that I couldn't place flowers - a bit of colour - a token of my love - on a grave.
Then I spotted the bright splash of yellow against the grey stones/ grey sky and I smiled. Someone had defied authority - and not only was it a pot of mums it was in a bright orange pumpkin!! GO TEAM!
Honestly I can be quite irreverent when it comes to the military and their rules.
BUT I have a great amount of respect for the men and women who have served - and still serve in the ranks - who protect our country - our way of life.
LEST WE FORGET