Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages,
Thou thy wordly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta’en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers, come to dust.
Instead of an ornate tombstone, Sam and Eva Pratt have chosen a stately white oak to mark their final resting place. They've opted for patches of wildflowers and ferns to carpet their gravesite, instead of neatly manicured turf...