Honoring Elizabeth

For weeks or maybe months, I have been stepping over these feathers that lay in the middle of the path. 

They belonged to Elizabeth, our last duck, who died a couple of months ago. 

I knew my Mom would pick them up, and she did.

She washed them, too, but she decided to leave them for me since they belonged to Elizabeth. 

I’m not sure what they will become, but cheers to Elizabeth and all of the ducks that gave us eggs and giggles. It feels right to honor them in some way rather than stepping over them.