The End Of Winter

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This was a day at the very end of winter a couple of years ago. These pictures have been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and it seemed time to post them.  This is from another time.  A bit of a sadder time, but that’s ok.

The day was warm, after many months spent in the cold. It wasn’t quite time for spring, but it was one of those days that let you know that spring was just around the corner. Winter was almost done.

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It was a Sunday afternoon that felt strange, like the precious weekend had been partly wasted. So we went for a walk, and it made up for those restless feelings.

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The sun was setting later and later each day, another promise that spring was on the way.

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An Ice Day

Ice fell from the sky, and covered the gardens in a thin frozen blanket.

I wandered around, thinking about when it was warm and all the flowers were in bloom.

It won’t be much longer now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Surprising Amount of Snow

For days, the predicted amount of snow grew and grew, until record amounts were scheduled to fall one early December day. 

The flurries started late on Saturday night and by the time I woke up on Sunday, over eight inches had fallen and it was still coming down.

Snowfalls in December here are rare. Snowfalls with more than a few inches here are rare too. It was a very special Sunday.

The snow continued into Monday and by the time it stopped, almost a foot and a half had fallen.  More snow than I had ever seen.

I love the snow and am always wishing I lived somewhere far north, where it wasn’t such a rare sight.  But on these few special days, it felt like I was living somewhere else.

Cemetery Snowfall

My favorite cemetery looked magical during a snowfall last winter. The orange leaves that still clung to some trees made an interesting autumn contrast against the white snow.

It was a rare early December snow. Usually it never snows here until sometime mid January, when all the leaves are long gone.

Wandering around, a cubed snowman and his friend were discovered.

When it snows I like to wander around everywhere.  Everything looks so different in the snow, like another world.

Visiting My Family in Southfield Cemetery

The purpose of the Michigan trip last year was to visit family members. Live and Dead.

My entire family on both sides is from Detroit Michigan. Almost all of them came straight to Detroit when they entered the country, and never left. There are so many of my relatives and ancestors that I never got to meet, so I at least wanted to visit their final resting place. Since I live so far away from my home land, I’ve never really gotten to visit the grave sites of my relatives.

A strange coincidence is that after I chose what hotel to stay in, I realized it was right in between the two main cemeteries which both sides of my family are buried in..  In fact, both cemeteries were in walking distance of the hotel!

The first cemetery we visited was in Southfield.  A very small plot of land with an entrance that you might almost miss. Except for the sign, which among other things mentions a distant cousin of mine who was a test pilot that died in a plane crash over the ocean.

Me and my sisters with our great great great grandparents from England.

I found out I had a great aunt with the same name.  I wonder what she was like.

Halloween has always been a theme on this side of the family. A great grandmother was born on Halloween and that was her middle name. Her daughter, my grandmother got married on Halloween.  And my Dad’s favorite holiday was definitely Halloween.

I’ve always liked exploring cemeteries, but it was definitely special exploring a cemetery that was home to some of my relatives.