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.
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.
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.
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.