Young ash trees are still in the morning sun, their leaves yet to grow full. At their feet, a hole, freshly dug, lies empty and waiting. Beside it, bundles of flowers, all tied with straw.
Young ash trees are still in the morning sun, their leaves yet to grow full. At their feet, a hole, freshly dug, lies empty and waiting. Beside it, bundles of flowers, all tied with straw.
