I had Max in the back yard this morning. It was WHIZZO time…for those of you who don’t know what that means, it was time to throw the frizbee. I became frustrated that yet again, Max eventually turned the game of fetch into the game of keep-away. Lately he has been sensing the last throw and I wonder, ‘how is this even possible?’ The guy is too smart for his own boots and I’m just missing something about growing into the Alpha skin. It’s always been a struggle for me, but never so much as this morning.
Defeated, I went over to a cement structure that sits in the middle of the yard, a vent of some sort. Almost immediately the cool air blew onto my back, small ants moved in a frenzy to my right, and wee black frogs (I’ve never seen so many of these little guys as I have here) hopped in the grass at my feet…lots to observe…particularly those amazing trees, huge 150-year-old giants that have consumed me all summer. I was so drawn into the green, the thick foliage, the huge hulking arms of such a variety of trees, that it was as though everything was green. Then, from no where, a bright flash of red!
I vocalized. “Oh thank you! Thank you! You are so beautiful!” The cardinal flitted from branch to branch and spent almost ten minutes with me. I am amazed sometimes that a bird can be so spectacular in it’s colouring and it’s detail! It was a blessing-morning!
The gothic architecture is just one of the breath taking features of St. Michael the Archangel Catholic Church. The interior offers a feeling of stepping into the past…a bit more formal than what I am used to, but a real sense of time having passed, prayers having been spoken, God’s presence made known to his people.
I took a right off of Bridge Street on the East hill, onto Church Street (I go a longer distance from my parents’ home each day) and enjoyed spending time at each church location. Given that I’ve been reading about Belleville’s history, it has been awesome to look at the buildings, with that history in mind. First, St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church and this extensive history.
It was a humid night. Nothing moved. I thought a lot throughout the night, even after writing a blog about bees and bee keepers and bee books. I just couldn’t sleep. The sky was grey on Bridge Street this morning; the first day of rain since my arrival and I lacked the motivation to go out and collect one misty drizzle-filled photograph of a house on Bridge Street.
Subsequently, here are my words. I dawned my hoodie and put socks on for the first day of my vacation…then the shoes…and loading Max into the van, headed for the Belleville off-leash area.
When we arrived, there were some other owners and their pooches, but it looked to me like I might have had an umbrella in order to fit in perfectly. But, have I ever really been concerned with that? A drizzle soon turned to a down-pour, but given the Ontario- air, it was still warm.
And suddenly I went to that experience of ‘memory’ and I returned to warm Ontario rains of my childhood. While dog-owners raced to their cars, pulling disappointed dogs behind them, I began my second loop of the park. (This is where the head leans back and the open-mouth turns to the sky…this is the moment when a person actually smiles in the rain.) Max’s body extended into a streamlined figure bulleting about the park in a wild frenzy of squirrel-chasing and bounding through the trees. We were both so happy that I just had to come here tonight to write it down…the happiness is written down here…a reference for me when I might forget.
I returned to Bridge Street where I hung out with my Mom and read Sisters in Two Worlds. I will finish this one off tonight. I continue to feel amazed by women and their hands…the work they do, the lives they touch.
Ok…so, it’s one in the morning and I know that I’ve been reading/writing/thinking too much. I tried to sit in front of a dark and disturbing episode of Criminal Minds, as a distraction from my own MIND, but no such luck! I came upon this blog and was totally charmed by the adventure of it all and the challenges that Catherine Jaffe takes on with her quick wit, amazing desire to learn and her love for all things BEES!