We have started a custom of placing a suitable plant over the ashes of our deceased pets (we've lost two of our three cats in the past eighteen months).
The first was quite straightforward. Dolly died on Michaelmas day and MrsC found a Michaelmas daisy called Dolly.
Wes went just before Christmas. He proved a bit more difficult. Nothing suitable called 'Wes' or 'Wesley'.
In the end we've gone for this
weigela as he was black and white (officially a 'tuxedo').
So far, so good.
"But where is it going?" asks I.
"Well, that flowering currant's past its best and a bit in the way..."
It took over an hour with a fork, spade, crowbar, two pruning saws (breaking one in the process) and an axe...
To get a quarter of it out....
The beer will taste good later I suppose.