One of the last things Ramona said to me before we shared our last hug and she headed out in search of 401 east, was that we’ve always been a thread in the tapestries of our lives and it is so true. We have stories that go back to this time…
Ramona and I spent two evenings and a full day of magic yesterday and of course, I had to post a wee tribute to that in the form of a blog post. I haven’t a lot of words, because in some strange way I feel drained…elated…reflective and so, more than anything I take pause. I’m replaying the song that she mentioned on our morning wake up yesterday morning.
I took Ramona on a magical trip into the county, as far as Sandbanks Provincial Park, the beach and the dunes, with stops including downtown Belleville, Oeno outdoor sculpture Gardens and Gallery, Ameliasburgh for cemetery walking and museum gawking, Picton for lunch and wandering and, of course, a stop for a Reid’s icecream cone. I am grateful to remember Ramona as one of those people who was formative in my vision of who I wanted to become in life and how I wanted to get there. Ramona has humility although she has accomplished such great things. Given service with the Peace Corp in Chile, Peru and Guyana, Ramona knows what, of life, is valuable and has a healthy relationship with ‘stuff’. She is smart about almost everything. She treasures those who are in her life and is positive, supportive and empathetic. Ramona is the light that comes into a grey day and washes everything with hope. Not perfect, she has used her imperfections, struggles and sorrow, to throw trouble on its head. Ramona rises to the surface. I want to never take any of this for granted. I have been so fortunate.
Our day was touched by Monarch butterflies and heart felt stories, everywhere we went.
The cemetery edges on a conservation area…lovely scene…very pastoral. It was a dry summer as is evidenced by the vegetation. If I have the time, I’ll place a mum here, before I head east…I placed an acorn on Al Purdy’s stone. I’m grateful for the way that his poetry has inspired so much painting this summer! The Ameliasburgh Museum….Ramona and I figured on so many ways that we might make it more accessible to visitors. We would do a bit of a redo and that had us giggling and analyzing throughout our wander. Honey cans and apiary stuff…I DID feel grateful that the citizens have been gathering and preserving history.
Church archives and objects from a number of local churches. Down at the cemetery, we met some very friendly people who were direct descendants of the Roblin family and they shared the art events that were coming up at the county over the long weekend. Of course…the old school house! Oeno…
After Oeno, we were famished and so high tailed it to Picton where we found a lunch spot that made up our desired menu for us…more stories…more easing into the day and two satisfied tummies. A little shop and then off we headed for Sandbanks.
Wormwood or Artemnisia, the natural provision for Absinthe. Milkweed… Wild grapes… We’ve walked Lake Michigan together…now, Lake Ontario! I’ll post the Ramona-ready-to-drive-off photo, when I’m feeling less emotional about it, tomorrow. I love that girl!