It takes a long time. We're at it all night. He were right 'bout the bones.
Afterwards as the sun's coming up we get some buckets and half fill 'em with sand. We mix the ashes into it and we sprinkle it all over the meadow. Mr Jackson has plans to let wildflowers grow there, like she wanted. That'll make a change from all them flowerbeds and raked paths.
I still got a little left in a bucket and I goes to our Granpa's rosebush and dump the rest there. That way I'll be sure of where some of her is, if ever Maude wants to know. 'Sides, bonemeal's good for roses.