Rest in piece

On my walk through the neighborhood this morning I saw this.

Someone had placed cut sections of tree trunks on the sidewalk, perhaps in memory of trees that they had known and loved. They looked like wooden tombstones and I wondered if I had wandered into the final resting place of wood.

I pointed it out to the tall person and he smiled and said that it was unlikely to be something so noble – someone probably put them there to stop cars parking on the sidewalk.

Hmm, who would want to park in a cemetery?