I Walk To The Cemetery On A Snowy Morning

Yesterday morning when I awoke and looked out the bathroom window, I saw that it had snowed, and was still snowing. So after I had eaten my porridge, I put on the sweater I purchased at the Thrift Store, and my hiking boots (just in case) and went for a walk. I decided that I would visit the Cemetery, and maybe the Park afterwards.

The Old Windmill on Church Street

Along the way, I stopped to get photos of the Old Windmill and the Clock House. And I took other photos as well. But when I reached the cemetery I went into artist mode and tried to capture the silent, snowy mood there. Not sure I did. I also checked on my mother and fathers gravesite. Odd, but the leaves on the Lilac have not yet fallen.

Odd, but the leaves on the Lilac have not yet fallen.

In the farthest corner of the cemetery I looked down the steep embankment at the river. On the other side is the park. I stood for a few minutes imagining the past, when a strange, warm feeling came over me. I then walked along until I reached Ralph’s grave. Nearby is a small stream, that flows through a pretty fissure. It runs underneath the cemetery road by way of a culvert, and pours out unto the stone, where it bubbles and makes nature music. I have no idea what the source of this stream is, and half believe it comes from underground. I followed it all the way to the river, then stood on the bank enchanted.

I have no idea what the source of this stream is, and half believe it comes from underground.

An enchanted Spot.

I then returned to the top of the hill, and went over to the Maple Tree. As I was taking photos of it, my sister called me on the cellphone. We talked for a few minutes, but then a buck appeared, with a rack of antlers. So I said goodbye to her. Unfortunately, the buck must have been startled, because he ran off, and vanished like a spirit. When I left, I took the pathway on the left, rather then the laneway. I found a place where I could cut through to the park, and some stepping stones to cross the creek. I then walked over to the place where I had met the Chinese last summer. But I was all alone now. I stood looking out at the River, until I decided it was time to go home. But I wanted to first check and see whether the Tinkerbell Christmas Ornament was still at the Salvation Army Thrift Store. So I climbed up the Toboggan Hill, and came out behind the Old Grammar School. I made my way along Queen Street, then went inside the Thrift Store. I looked for Tinkerbell, but she was gone.

I was all alone with the river.