Gardens and Grief

My mom has been sad this past week. A friend died. I've been giving her lots of kisses to cheer her up and I tried to tell her the friend's doggies would be waiting at the Rainbow Bridge but my mom was still sad.

This is part of my mom's garden. It's my favorite place to bury things. Well, it was. But she put up this little fence to keep me out.

It's just not fair! No other place is as good to dig in! And sometimes I lean over to eat some of the plants a bit. But mostly I figure it's just one more strange human way of doing things. And she's a pretty good mom so--for now anyway--I stay out.