The First Flowers Of Spring

Yesterday morning I took Charo the Cat with me down into the ravine where we encountered 5 deer. Including the curious one. But she chased Charo up a tree, and so I took him back to the apartment building. Afterwards, I walked along the trails by the river, and came out at Wyndham Street. I crossed over Main, and then turned left on Mill Street, then walked beneath the bridge and took photos of all the new graffiti.

The House with the clock.
Lots of new graffiti under the Main Street Bridge.

Then I walked up the Path to the cemetery, where I checked on my mother and fathers gravesite. I was glad to see the Lilac buds had formed, and that the Ivy had survived the winter. As I walked around I found many plastic flowers laying about, which I gathered and placed on the graves, or in the trees. Someday when I retire from work, I will come here every day and tidy things up. Then I can take my place amoung the towns eccentrics.

I was glad to see that the Ivy I planted at my mother and fathers gravesite last year, had survived the winter.

When I reached the creek I saw two tiny crocuses growing up from the bark mulch which are the first flowers I have seen this Spring. I then walked along the Creek all the way to the river, then back again.

One of the Two Crocuses I came upon growing up through the bark mulch. They were the first flowers I have seen this Spring.

From there I walked to the park, crossing over the stream on a fallen tree. I checked on the Old Willows and realized that one of them is not long for this world.

As I walked to the park, I found that someone had written “2020 sucks” on the tiny bridge along the path. Which  struck me as a bit premature.
I checked on the Old Willows and realized that one of them is not long for this world.

I crossed the bridge and climbed the hill, coming out behind the Mexican Restaurant. Then crossed Queen Street and walked around the United Church and turned right onto Victoria. Behind the Plaza I stopped to watch the feathered reeds blowing back and forth in the wind.

The Mexican Restaurant,
A statue of an angel in the memory garden behind the United Church.
34 Thomas Street.

The Feathered Reeds.

I purchased beans and bagels and catfood at the Drugstore, and a bottle of wine at the liquor store. Then went home and made rice.

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