aka “Ching Ming”, aka 清明
Burning paper gifts for our ancestors. Sweeping their graves.
So I remember our dear dad, John Forsythe, a wonderful father and husband.
We usually get forest fires here in Hong Kong, from people heading off into the country parks, to light paper gifts for their dearly departed in dry brush. Heh. This year, maybe not, coz: covid and lotsa rain.
