Bosoms in the wet

My bit of the wall ( left foreground)

The north side of the field is enclosed in part by the old church wall. The whole thing is in a dreadful state of repair , so a year or so ago, I was taught to repair a ten foot part of it which had completely fallen down. I actually loved learning a new skill, but the work took ages and a great deal of effort to complete, especially as there is always 1001 things to do during the summer.
Now the rest of the wall now needs a facelift, so today I have spoken to a Welsh conservation group that may be able to help me complete the job....so here's hoping.
From what the woman said....I am just one of many asking for help.
Anyhow Today we have had the first proper rain in weeks, and finally "Bosoms" has taken its first, and much needed drink. I braved the wet and planted out squash, cabbage and courgettes and was just puddling in some leeks when I spied a lady in the churchyard.
The young woman was obviously weeping. She was standing by a grave and had what looked like a bunch of small yellow flowers clasped in her hands, which she held tightly beneath her chin
I turned around and  walked slowly away from Bosoms and the graveyard, it is a habit I have gotten into when someone looks distressed or grieving .

Sometimes a  graveyard needs to be a very private place

Bosoms in the rain