But with every ploughing, you'd think it was stone they were sowing

[sovay]

We buried Autolycus at the foot of a forsythia tree and built his cairn of the stones that came up in the digging, the glacial till of New England. The pine cones came from the local edge of woodland, beyond which lies the reservoir. It was grey and brightening in patches of torn cloud while we worked. We will add stones for memory each time we return.

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[asakiyume]

. We will add stones for memory each time we return.
The cairn will become a tower.

I collected some white pine pine cones like that and made a door decoration this winter, and when the December holidays were past, I put them out on the railing of our deck. To my complete surprise, they were a huge draw for chickadees, tufted titmice, juncos, and even cardinals, who must be investigating them for seeds.

So maybe spirit-Autolycus can chitter at the birds that investigate the pine cones on his cairn.

[sovay]

The cairn will become a tower.

We have a lot of memories.

So maybe spirit-Autolycus can chitter at the birds that investigate the pine cones on his cairn.

I love this idea. Thank you.