‘They keep the weeds under control,’ Emile explained when Hannah asked why goats were roaming the graveyard.
‘But don’t they eat the flowers?’
‘People don’t leave flowers here anymore. No one’s been buried here for a hundred years.’ He stooped to avoid a low branch and waited for Hannah on the other side. ‘People can’t be bother with the long since departed. We only see your kind these days.’
‘My kind?’
‘Yeah, history nuts who prefer the dead to the living.’
‘Oh I don’t-’
‘Makes a change at least. It’s nice to have a little warmth amongst all this stone.’
Anybody living will do, right?
So it would seem.
He should rejoice in her interest 😉
Till the next of “her kind” comes along!
I think any kind of living is good on a graveyard…
I must be one of “your kind” as well. I really enjoyed mapping our location cemetery and learning about some of the founding fathers of our little community. Perhaps we should get some goats. It would be far cheaper than hiring someone to mow and weedeat the cememtery. 🙂
They can also clamber into lots of places that mowers can’t reach.
Great take on the prompt.
Thank you 😊