In Ardeal, is the tradition of going to the cemetery to each occasion. One week before Easter, we carry candles and pettites branches of willow. 

 When we arrive at Dancu Mic, the village of our grandparents, the cemetery is empty.  

after divine service –

two chicks pecks

crumbs  

In Moia, the cuckoo sings. In a tree close to us, a peckering branch vibrates.  

at daybreak –

 the doctor of trees

on the mission  

We go towards the tombs of the grandparents. In the grass, primulas and violets.  

moment of mystery –

through dilapidated crosses

numerous  of violets  

Let us light the candles, put the stick of willow on the tombs and leave content.