When our friend Amy came to the farm to visit she liked that I had the skull of my sheep Griselle around the flower pot on the back porch. She saw it as acknowledgment and acceptance of the reality of death.
Jon’s granddaughter Robin, thought having all those bones around was just creepy.
This morning I was sitting on the back porch next to the flower pot and Griselles bones. I picked up one side of her jaw and looked straight down into her teeth. I saw the rings of a tree, a dry and cracked desert floor, and the earth taken from the height of an airplane.