Today we had a short service remembering Uncle Allen, and burying his ashes at Grantsville. Laban had a short meditation at the graveside.
The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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