The burial service was lovely and hard at the same time, but begins to provide some closure.
My mother selected a lovely burial plot high on a hill, adjacent to a white fence in a cemetery near her home. It is a very idyllic and would have made Dad very happy as it sits high on a hill not far from a river in which he loved to fish. Mom and I also went shopping for headstones and purchased a lovely, classic one which will be used for her and Dad. Death is a very strange thing, and the exercise of burying a loved one and buying a headstone is both a sombre and strangely humourous affair. We shall all end up in the same place after all, and I can only hope I am so lovingly discharged from the planet as Dad was.
After we bought the headstone (which cost a small fortune, by the way), we wandered over to a great little antique shop in Fredericton, called Old Tyme Antiques & Collectibles (on Main Street, north side). I loved puttering around in there and chatting with the sweet shopkeeper, a lovely and witty man from the french east coast of New Brunswick.
I spied lots of treasures, but finally decided on this old hand-painted photograph from the 1920's, which depicts a light house in Maine (we reckon, as the inscription reads "Portland Head Light" by a photographer called Burrowes).
We also found a more recent (1940's) hand-painted photograph of Castle Mountain, in the Canadian Rockies, which is about 1 hour from our home in Calgary. So we had to bring that home to its rightful region of Canada!
We also found a more recent (1940's) hand-painted photograph of Castle Mountain, in the Canadian Rockies, which is about 1 hour from our home in Calgary. So we had to bring that home to its rightful region of Canada!
While we were "home", David and I did a couple of drives around the nearby countryside, as I like to play tour guide. Here are a couple of pretty shots from the South Road, a pretty country road in my town. All the crabapple trees were in bloom.
Besides the little barn tour, we also did a cemetery tour of some of the older sites in town. I was delighted to see great swaths of pretty violets (New Brunswick's provincial flower) in one of the old burial gronds:
We also went out picking fiddleheads along the river in front of my mother's house, here:
Fiddleheads grown best in riparian (river's edge) areas that are flood plains and a little marshy. This patch had been already picked over (they are cut off the plant just as they emerge from the ground before becoming a full-size fern, the Ostrich Fern) but we found new shoots coming up each day:
Across the river is a beautiful rock wall:
Oh, and I didn't mention that whilst fiddleheading, I sprained my ankle badly (a second degree sprain, meaning I ripped the heck out of my ligaments) early in the week. After lots of ice, and an x-ray, I had to hobble around on crutches in an air brace for the rest of the week. I am still in a Tensor bandage and have been icing as its still swollen and bruised. P.S. I got a lot of sympathy with my crutches, so I highly recommend them if you are feeling blue and want some attention...
And last but not least, we also managed to get some lobster after a short drive to the coast. The lobster in the foreground was mine - look at his big claw! David had to crack it for me! Sorry I didn't spend much time styling the photo - my butter was getting cold!
Also on the cemetery tour, I came across the grave of one of my great-grandfathers and snapped this shot:My home town is full of churches of all denominations but here is one of my favorites, the United Church in a nearby town on a stormy evening: After that totally mad week, which was full of ups and downs, I am ready for a break before heading back to work Monday. In fact, I could use a week off after my week off. But I don't think I will get one. Besides house work, I have to plant my annuals tomorrow... if my busted ankle holds up.
And we have to find a spot for our new rose bush, shown here inside our potting shed:
It has the prettiest big pink roses with a gentle, sweet scent, but I know nothing about keeping roses. Any tips (besides water and sunlight)? It is hardy to Zone 3, so should survive our miserable winters.
Hope you have enjoyed your visit. Sorry I am not posting much...have been much too busy with work, my new book club, gardening, investments, and trying to do some career development. I do hope to take on a number of decorating projects this summer, so stay tuned...