1619. Such a pretty garden!

Monica had what could only be described as “a pretty garden”. It wasn’t very big but it was perfect in every detail. It was all flowers, and through careful planning Monica managed to get it to flower (prolifically) for a good ten months of the year.

Monica didn’t let the time she spent on the garden come between her and having a tidy house. It was neatness to the core. Even the books in her bookshelf (which contained mainly well-read classics) were carefully arranged on each shelf from tallest to shortest. To say nothing of the cupboards! The pots were a picture. And the pantry! Oh my word! One quick peek at the rows of carefully labelled spices and herbs was enough to convince one that God had put the alphabet on earth for a reason.

And yet, Monica wasn’t a fusspot. Nor was she neurotic in her tidiness. She would enjoy making a mess as much as you and me. It’s just that, unlike you and me, she always cleaned up afterwards.

As happens to most people, she eventually died. And what a pretty cemetery with well-kept gravestones! The flowers placed on each grave were removed once the bouquet had wilted. Honestly! It was a pleasure to stroll down the row upon row of dead people and simply take in the orderliness and (dare I say it?) beauty.

And then what happened? Progress doesn’t step aside for anything. All human remains were removed to a common grave (with relatives permission of course) to make room for an extension to an industrial plant. They were reburied (in bulk) in a park nearby with a makeshift memorial saying that a list of the names of people reburied here was available for perusal at the city council office.

Eventually the makeshift memorial rotted away. Long grass and brambles took over the entire park. It was an utter mess. It was a jungle. Few remembered it was once a burial site. The world moves on.

If ever proof was needed that there is a life after death it is here… Monica was clearly pulling strings. The local community got together and created a community garden on the site. It was all flowers, and through careful planning they managed to get it to flower (prolifically) for a good ten months of the year.

14 thoughts on “1619. Such a pretty garden!

  1. umashankar

    The prosody of order giving way to disorder and back to order, life yielding to death and back to life, is serene in totality, for existence of orderliness and life hinges on chaos and death.

    A beautiful chronicle of the world, that impresses with its vastness contained in the brevity.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thank you, Andrew. My great- great grandparents were dug up to make room for a motorway. They left their names off the memorial that replaced gravestones (memorial is on the side of the road where you’re not allowed to stop). No garden etc etc

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      1. Andrew

        Sadly in HK many graves are rented for 10 years only. Then the body is exhumed and if nobody claims it I don’t know what happens. We did that for my mother-in-law and had her remains cremated and put in a columbarium. It’s not a fun experience.

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