|In Loving Memory|
Talking to my cousins yesterday, I realized that most of my family has been bitten by the gardening bug. It runs in the family. Even though we left Ontario at a young age, it is in our DNA. The other trait that runs in the family is a love of animals. Jess and I were very touched that Uncle Harvey was an animal lover. There was a picture of him as a young teenager with his arms around a small cat. His daughter, my cousin Debbie, is a real lover of not only cats, but any animal it seems. In her backyard she has special feeders, just like grandma had, for the squirrels. She feeds a seagull, about 15 raccoons, all manner of birds, and I gather pretty much any animal that happens into her yard. Inside her door is a cat post, feeder, food and anything a cat could want. She does not have a cat. This is all for the neighborhood cats who may not get the food or attention they need. Two were lying in her yard basking in the sun. So it seems, that the intense love of animals that Jess and I share, is in our DNA as well. All in all, it was a wonderful day. Even though we were there for such a sad occasion, I feel so connected and such a part of a grander design than I knew. When I got home, I came in the front door and went straight out the back. Feeling connected to my garden in a way that wasn't there the day before yesterday.