Grave of A. E. Housman, Ludlow, England

Well, I suppose you don't get much breadth of vision from behind a plow, though now that I think of it I suppose it could be as good a vantage point for a poet as any. I took that photo long ago, but I remember that it was a beautiful summer day and there was no one else around -- apparently poets' graves aren't tourist attractions. The church yard where the grave was is surrounded by an iron wall with flowers winding around its stakes, which you can't see because I was pointing the camera between the stakes -- also some on the ground, which you can see in the photo -- I think they are called wild roses (?) I noticed while walking along that wall that the blossoms on the part of the fence directly in front of the grave had a definite delicate aroma, while the flowers (apparently the same variety) farther away on either side seemed to have no scent at all. I cannot, of course, prove this, but it's true.