I cut back a lot of plants in the garden a few weeks ago but only today noticed some rusted keys lying in the earth beneath the pointy stalks left of one of them. My immediate reaction was to go show mum (as they would have been hers), and looked forward to hearing her surprise (and seeing her smile) to know where they had been found. But a fraction of a second later, between standing up and starting to turn to go back to the house, I remembered that - of course - she had died several years ago.
