Friday, June 12, 2009

A Haunting Passion...

June 12th, 2009...

I am drawn to this place. I am not sure by what... (or who?)... The obvious answer would be by the breathtakingly beautiful roses. But there is something more... This is the same little old abandoned store in the photo next to a previous post about my childhood. It is not on my way to anywhere I am going today, yet I suddenly realize I am here... I pull to the side of the road and get out of my car. Something is calling for me to take a closer look...

The roses, of course! That's it! But my mind is saying "there is still something more..." Every one of my senses tells me this is not a frightening thing. I admire the roses, the old wooden fence is overflowing with them...



The building is very old and paint is flaking everywhere, yet the roses appear as if someone has lovingly tended to them...




I can not see through the old screened windows, yet I have that uncanny feeling that comes over you when you believe someone is watching you...

Could it be a previous owner, long gone from this life, but still comes here to tend to the roses?...Is it because they know how much I treasure all things from the past, and the people whose lives they were a part of?...

I must think more about all of this... before I return... again... soon...





Sunday, June 7, 2009

Rosepetals and night crawlers...





Every time I drive past this little old abandoned store in Bountiful, covered with sprawling climbing roses that have survived generations, I am taken back to a simpler, gentler time...


When my sister Jill and I were little girls, we were inseparable... we still are. Our summers were spent outdoors in an idyllic setting in rural Bountiful, Utah where our home sat amidst farmer Stringham's orchards and our close neighbor's homes next to ours. Our days were filled with simple country pleasures. We set up Koolaid stands, dreaming about how many Pixie Stix we would buy with all the money we made. Our not-so-well traveled country road was not really conducive to business, plus we got thirsty and drank most of the Koolaid ourselves (plus we gave Pepe our French poodle a cup or two), so our profits were slim to none. I put my imagination to work and determined we should sell night crawlers (despite the fact that we were nowhere near a fishing hole). I decided I would hold the flashlight and Jill would pull the worms as they came up out of the ground after dark. (Me being the older sister, I had the right of first refusal to pull the worms). Jill screamed when her first worm broke in half as she tried pulling it up out of the ground. I tried to convince her we could double our sales that way. But she was a smart cookie for a 6 year old, and that business venture folded too.

We concentrated on crafting treasures from our mother's gardens. We strung necklaces out of sweet clover and made marigold garlands to wear around our heads as crowns. We would gather fallen rose petals from mama's precious rose bushes and tie them up in bits of satin or net with silk ribbons from her sewing basket scraps, turning them into sweet-smelling rose sachets. We created our own "shabby chic" before shabby chic was cool...

We built secret hideaways in our backyard out of daddy's sawhorses, covered with one of mama's quilts, where we would sit for hours in the cool grass, daydreaming. Life was good. These were innocent times I will always treasure... I miss them... but wait, I see clover starting to come up in the grass outside my window, and with all of this rain there should be plenty of worms... better call Jill...

Perhaps you CAN go home again... Je t'aime my sweet little sister...


Saturday, June 6, 2009

Bliss...








The sun is just starting to come up over the canyon as Jack and I head out for our daily walk, my favorite part of the day! As we approach the thicket the quail eye us cautiously as we walk by. I call out "Good Morning" to them, they reply (in quail talk, of course!) We round the bend to check the canal at the side of the lane, no ducks yet today. We hear a familiar cooing sound and spot two beautiful mourning doves on the telephone line above us, Lovey and Dovey. (I name all the critters, don't you?) I answer in my best dove impression! As we near the old barn, we see an early morning visitor, a young deer has ventured down, perhaps to get a drink from the canal. I tell him how pretty he is, so he stands still
and lets me take his picture.
We walk in silence, enjoying the cool, fresh morning air. We pass the house with the two Jack Russell puppies, they run over to the fence for a pat on the head. I receive puppy kisses through the fence. The morning is quite cool, and I find a beautiful dragonfly in the roadway, still not warmed enough to fly. I carefully carry him over to a bush, where he settles in the sunlight. I take his picture, what lovely wings he has! We wave and call out "Good Morning" to the older couple we pass each day, well into their eighties, still out there walking, still holding hands, and I think to myself how precious that is. I can hear the canyon stream even before we reach it, it flows fast thanks to all of the recent rains. I must stop and take another picture of it. We cross over to check out the lovingly tended vegetable garden the older couple maintains. Peas and strawberries looking good! Mr. Robin seems to think the strawberries are ripe enough to try! Next to the vegetable garden is what I call "the forest" where tall pines fill one end of the property to the other. Jack spots movement, so we pause. There are two baby squirrels scampering up and down in the pines! They refuse to stop and pose for a portrait, as the deer did, so I start snapping away. Luckily they show up in a picture. I will try again tomorrow, maybe they needed more time to get ready for a photo op! We start back home, passing what I call the "fairytale house". It just looks so old-fashioned and cute in that tranquil setting. We linger for a few minutes to chat with the man who owns a lovely historic Victorian home. We chat about his gardens, the birds singing, his roses in bloom, what I call the "precious" moments of the day. Soon we are back home, refreshed and renewed, ready to take on the day. Our cares have melted away and it is a peaceful feeling. Go ahead, take a Nature walk! But don't just keep your eyes open for the wonders we saw today, keep an open mind and heart as well...

Friday, June 5, 2009

A New Beginning...


Today is a first for me, I actually created a blog! Several of my friends suggested creating one, they both have lovely blogs, which I read faithfully. I am so inspired by their stories and photos, I thought "why not"? My sweet mother who is no longer with me used to tell me what an imagination I had, maybe it is still there mama? I really am in a "new beginning" phase of my life. I recently retired from work, recently bought a beautiful new home, and recently discovered the many beautiful blogs available. My love of Nature and all living things gives me so much pleasure, I hope some of my photos will also inspire you to notice even the tiniest things as you take a morning walk, and realize how precious all God's creatures really are...