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Sunday, May 4, 2014

Secret, sacred places...

I've been to this place many times but its been a while since I've visited
so I thought I'd give you a little tour again...
 ...down through the woods to the bend in the creek sits a little raft on a cable...
 ...we call it the pull ferry (its self propelled) and Griffs always up for the ride!
 ...it always feels like I'm passing through into another world...
 ...a secret world of childhood dreams...
The woods on the other side are deep and rich and full of life...
 Skunk cabbage grows big on these rain filled boggy paths...
 ...also called swamp lantern because of its gorgeous, strange, spiky flowers...
 I must cut through the farmers field to get around these spots...there's Annie's house where
I had tea that morning..."Hi Annie!"
In no time these grasses will be shoulder high and like tigers we'll sneak through in the summer heat..
 We went to Annie's this morning to see her pink fawn lilies ( you can read more about that here)
 and lo and behold there was some over here too just finishing up their show...
The false lily of the valley was a thick carpet all along the paths...
 ...just getting ready to show it's tiny white flowers any day now...
 ...meandering...
 ...nests of summers past...
Up onto the suspension bridge...
 Yes, that was where Wordless Wednesday was!
 Down by the swimming hole, the water is still too high on the riverbanks to walk
along the shore, but come July our toes will once again
be tickled by tiny fish in dappled cooling waters...
 For now we wander back through the woods...spotting evidence of the sapsuckers...
 ...witnessing the changing colours of the dying trillium...
 Instead of fading, her colours turn vibrant in one last show
...and if you follow an old road, past the weathered fence posts,
treading carefully across the rotting bridge you'll spot a tree...
...not just any tree...look closely...at the bottom...
 ...a sad tale of the woodcutter who loved his wife and child but lost them tragically and
carved his pain into the wood.
Actually I made that part up...they are my trees of mystery of which I know nothing
but I like to imagine him out here on a summers evening with
his tools and a beer...immortalizing those he lost
Heading back, I glance  once more down the secret creek 
and dream of warmer summer afternoons...
These places have become sacred, secrets to me and the few I choose to share them with.
They're worth the quiet whispers and unwritten maps, the places
where sometimes you just have to hold them close.









5 comments:

farmlady said...

Thank you for the walk... I'm stunned. I'm feeling like...
" They're worth the quiet whispers and unwritten maps, the places where sometimes you just have to hold them close."
I know of these places, but mine are different and not so magical. I fell in love with the pink fawn Lilies and the Frittilaria in your friends garden that you linked too.
But, the most beautiful of all was Griff on the bridge. That image goes with me tonight, in my sleep. Thank you.

Mairéad said...

What a lovely place for a walk. Thanks for taking us with you. I love where your friend Annie lives, surrounded by the meadows and woods.

sandra hagan said...

Everyone needs a secret sacred place.

If we are passionate observers, there are many things that catch or eyes.

Another could go to the same woods and observe different magic.

Nancy Kay said...

This reads like a mini-adventure to a magical place. All the dense growth, the beautiful blooms, quiet river waters -- these make for a lovely walk! Your photos are fantastic! Thanks for bringing us along.

Suz said...

wow book me trip there!