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Monuments and Memories at Mt. Auburn Cemetery. With Gratuitous Cats.
There was a bunneh holding a sunflower balloon when I got to Hodge's house on my birthday morning. That night, there was Grandma Cree's lemon pound cake, swimming in lemon sauce and so, so delicious, to share with Hodge, husband John, Corey and Phoebe. How wonderful was that?
I have more images from Mount Auburn Cemetery, which is so rife with wonderful things to look at that I could probably blog from there for two years straight without running out of material. Add in the change of seasons, weather and light, and I could blog it for a lifetime.
I met bluestone on my birthday. A trip to Wikipedia leaves me confused as to whether this might be Pennsylvania or Shenandoah Valley bluestone; whether it's feldspathic sandstone (PA) or feldspathic greywacke (VA). Or neither. Dunno. The Webz being what they are, somebody might flutter in on little cupid's wings to tell me. Rocks. I love 'em, but I don't know 'em.
Look at what they can carve from this stuff, though. We found a family with fabulous bluestone tablets, marvelously hard and fine for detail.
I'm just guessing here, but I'm thinking the family name of Beebe might have something to do with the hive and its inhabitants carved hereon…Maybe they called Edward “Bee” in good New England fashion.
I'm not sure what's going on here, but we really dug this one, a sort of disgruntled face with a surprise turkeytail of feathers around it. If I had to guess I'd say it was an attempt at a likeness of the deceased.
The light had a shimmery, surreal quality that made me feel as if the sky were putting on a show just for us.
Near Willow Pond, half-hidden beneath massive dawn redwoods (Metasequoia), Hodge showed us a gigantic boulder, cloven in half, that she'd never noticed before. It was the perfect compliment to the biologically ancient trees overhead. Corey swiped Phoebe's phone to shoot her portrait against the rock.
35 years ago, I found many life birds at Willow Pond. Vireos love weeping willows, and that's where I'd find them–white-eyed, yellow-throated, red-eyed, warbling–even Philadelphia sometimes!
To be there with my daughter and her love, well, that was a full-circle moment, one that filled my heart.
Oh, the Easter lilies, singing of spirits rising again! One of my very favorite stones, natural and pleasingly asymmetrical, like nature herself.
We have lots of fairly irreverent fun at Mount Auburn, but we try to keep our chortling muffled.
What? I wasn't just slouching unattractively.
Yes you were.
who takes up a kitchen stool in a most delightful way.
These two are da bombs. I get a huge kick out of watching them interact with each other and totally manipulate Hodge and John into doing their every bidding, which revolves around (at last count) four metered daily feedings. Lots of very soft, pitiful coughy mewing and give-me-kibble-staredowns, all day long.
Julie Zickefoose is a painter and writer who lives on a nature sanctuary in Appalachian Ohio. She is the author of Letters from Eden and The Bluebird Effect: Uncommon Bonds With Common Birds, due in spring 2012. http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com
Source: http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2015/08/monuments-and-memories-at-mt-auburn.html
