THAT WAS A NICE PIECE OF INFORMATION

the guardian of the cemetry 'Westduin' gave me.
The sky had been blue again in the early morning. I walked to the cemetry because overwhelmed by all yesterday's remembrance pictures I had wanted to visit the Commonwealth war graves.
But first I took photographes of the out of flower hydrangen (hortensia in dutch) some with really nice waterdrops on it.
Then I walked to the very end and returned along the other side where I found the memorial, loaded with wraths, from all over the world. The very young mostly aircraft men, 87 of them, all buried under a white cross with their name and age upon it, now all with bouquets.
When I wanted to leave the place a man in uniform neared me and said: I see you have a big camera with you. Don't you know it is forbidden to take pictures here.
I said I certainly did not know, had not seen a sign at all. Looked for it later but could not detect it.
I told him that I took only pictures of the flowers, not of graves and he believed me.
He said that there were people who came looking for names, took pictures and then run with it to the papers. I do not know why people should do that but I believed him when he said that. There are strange people out there, of course.
I look for squirrels too, I said and we have seen one over there, I pointed to the place where Mischa and I had seen a red one some months ago.
The man smiled and said: oh there are so many squirrels here. Overthere where you see the pine-trees, they live in it, come down to the ground, collect what they are after and you can see them climbing again. But not now, not in bright daylight, come from five till six, just before the cemetry closes, then you can see them.
I thanked him heartely for the information.

My haiku:

The flowers brown now
But look so many brought new
And alive for the dead

And the proverb by J.R. Lowell:

Not what we give, but what we share,
For the gift without the giver is bare.


Edit.

I just read in the comditions of the cemetry that no pictures are allowed to be made without the consent of the mayor and chairmen/women.
The keeper at the cemetry did not seem to object me making photos of flowers or perhaps little creatures on the flowers.