There had been hard times for Freda. She had been kicked when when she was down, but had gotten back up and had not forgotten how to love. She was wiser now. She seen some things, but she appreciated a good lap and knew how to ask for what she wanted.

I’m old, he said… although he did not feel it in his heart. His hands hurt and his eyes were fading, but his spirit was as game as a young dog in fresh green grass.

Playing music in the garden

A wreath laid old upon an ancient tombstone. Old souls.