Who put the flowers in the cage?

On the greyest of days why does the sun find this place?  Why does it cast light shadows around the stones?  This is a special place, it is a place to sleep bathed in the morning sun.  Deep below the spirits gently wake to the warming sun and begin their dance.  A daily ritual that is shared and loved by all.  Nancie, William and Margaret join the dance as it brushes past their souls that once more begins their day.  A day filled with joy and a day filled with hope.  In this quiet and removed place a lonely being enters the heavy rusty gate that does not invite them in.  Book in hand she silently moves within the stones, hoping not to disturb but watching the light.  She has seen the light, will she see the dance?  Janet and Colin take flight and rest at her heels as the visitor pauses to read a stone.  Scribbling in her book more spirits take flight to read the words and whisper them to others who now all stir and stretch.  Awake and alive they all look on as their visitor captures the stones in permanent image.  But she has seen the light and she has started to follow its path.  Ramsay and Isabella see her coming but dare not look for fear she will see their shadows deep inside the light. 

Slowly the light starts to dance and the spirits know it is now.  This is the time to fly so high and spiral down.  But she is here and so they pause.  They wait and try to hide their shadows.  Still she scribbles as more names appear on the page.  Quite by chance she spots the cage all filled with flowers, all safe and warm.  With fear embraced the spirits see her turn to look and see and in that second she sees.  They know she can see.  She looks up and through the light as one by one the shadows appear. In an instinct she reaches out and takes one to her and the spirits stop and stare.  Mary is trapped and the visitor holds tight as the dance slows and the light fades. All at once and with no warning the spirits encircle her and she can hold on no more.  Mary is free as the spirits spiral up and up, away into the light.  She drops her book on the wet grass below and the stillness returns.  She knows they are there.  She can feel their breath and she can hear their hearts beating.  The spirits watch and hope that the rusty gate will open and the departure begin.  Still they wait.

Just as their hearts begin to ache she takes a step towards the gate but turns.  Her book is still on the wet grass and as she reaches down Robert takes great pity.  Spiralling down at speed he lifts the book to her and she smiles.  She knows, we know she knows.  The rusty gate remains shut tight and the light slowly returns.  The visitor stands quite still and silent and, one by one, they return to the light.  Nancie, William, Margaret and Isobel drift down first and rest on her shoulders while the rest take their positions.  The dance must be danced as the light is fading and the clouds are gathering.  And so, as she watches the spirits dance and the light sets their way.  It is a dance that is danced every day and it is a dance that they love.  It makes them feel alive, just for the briefest time.  As the light fades so does the dance and the spirits leave the visitor and she feels them go.  She holds her book very close as the spirits drift away between the stones.  With as much silence as she can muster she opens the gate and steps out of the light.  As she walks away through the trees dripping with the beginnings of rain she takes a gentle look back.  Who put the flowers in the cage?