Friday, September 2, 2011

Summer Sweeping By

Four grandchildren are heading off to school for the first time this September.  
Apparently, my angst over this fact shows up all over my face.  Now, when this delightful passel of pure innocence barges through the door ~ all tripping over each other in the mad crush to be the first to update me with the latest school supplies, they check themselves.  They even assume an apologetic tone and quickly assure me that they can still visit when they have holidays.
      I am trying to put on a braver face and act more mature.
The grandkids are wearing their crochet hat creations by Tricia.
As soon as I can recover the name of her business, I shall set up a link here.
Thanks Amy!  :)
One thing I AM celebrating with great pleasure
is the completion of my first ever blog book!
 A Once-in-a-lifetime trip to England in 2008 with my baby girl was encapsulated in my first ever blog which in turn has finally become my first ever blog book.
I had set aside July to get that job done and missed that deadline by a mere three days.  
160 high quality gloss pages showcasing more than 600 photos and accompanied with copious amounts of  journalling and memories.
 I am extremely pleased with the results.  And trust me, 
ANYONE can do this if I can.  
Look up Blurb Booksmart  and let your imagination go!
A fitting tribute to summers end may be a picture of my first ever sighting of the Cicada.
Who can even imagine the haze of those hot summer days without the piercing buzz of the Cicada? 
One of these locust-looking insects woke me up at 4am from its perch on the foyer wall a few weeks ago and I simply had to take a picture.  
Then I had to find some courage to 'dispose' of it somehow so I could get back to sleep.
This particular specimen was about two inches in length, VERY leggy and three dimensional.
 I could not stomach the idea of splatting it against the wall so I swatted it with a wad of wet paper towel and scurried it out the front door.
It was minus two legs ~ carnage I found in the morning.  Ugh.

Cemetery Sentiment

The monument went up this week.
We quite like it.  Once the landscapers in my life have spruced up the grounds surrounding it, we'll re-post another portrait of mom's resting place.
To clarify, our sister's tombstone is flat and was right beside mom's 'plot' (that word just sounds strange in my ears) and it was moved to become the new foot-stone of a double side by side burial plot  * spot/place/grave?!    A headstone wide enough to straddle both spaces :) and engraved with Moms chosen scripture verse, turned out to be a convenient and meaningful way to respect our mothers' desire for a more 'family' oriented resting place.
I'd like to take this opportunity to publicly thank and recommend the services and staff of Kitching Steepe and Ludwig Funeral Home.   Respectful, compassionate, professional, amazing....these are the words that come so easily to mind in describing our experience with them.
Supply of monuments is a new and welcome complement to their many fine ways 
of assisting families with their final arrangements.

Union Cemetery in Waterdown is old, well-treed and now, almost at capacity.  
When our kids were young we would often end our family picnics at the Dundas Driving Park with a walk through the old cemetery up on the hill.  Many a pioneer cemetery in Ontario 
(and almost ALL the ones on the Cabot Trail in Nova Scotia) have been traversed in quiet contemplation by myself and camera and usually accompanied by someone(s) I love.

Laying the body of my very young sister in the ground (and her still born child before that) was an experience of the soul-shaping sort; one that sparked a yearning 
to be found standing in a cemetery on The Day ~ that final day of this world as we know it.  
On that day, at the sound of God's command and a trumpet call like something 
(uhm...Duh! :) 
I will see Jesus coming down from heaven and THEN...
all the dead in Christ will rise first!
And then, after that?   Those of us who are still alive 
and are left will be caught up together with the throng of rising dead in the clouds 
to meet the Lord in the air!
.... and so we will be with the Lord forever.
I Thessalonians 4: 13ff
Yep.  The Bible tells me so.  And I believe it.
A cemetery will be a front row seat to the unspeakably spectacular.  
The camera won't matter so much.
Being there with someone(s) I love, will.