Sunday, May 22, 2011

Somewhere in Time...


The morning is warm... and sunny... yet stormclouds loom dark and heavy above the mountains... with an uncanny feeling I simply cannot explain, I get in my car and drive... almost before I realize it, I am back... once more... to the little old abandoned building I have posted about here...


In that post, I described the feeling of deja vu that comes over me when I visit this most enchanting place from the past... I am drawn to this spot under a powerful spell over which I literally have no control... the roses lure me... today, I check to see if they are blooming yet, like in my photo below from last year... my dear friend Jo~Anne Coletti painted my precious roses for me... her painting is one of my most cherished possessions... the vines are tall today, but the roses shall not be in bloom until June... I already know this, so why did I drive here today... the little building has been abandoned for years... I visit here often... but I am not alone...Someone else loves this beautiful spot as much as I... perhaps, more so... I have never encountered anyone on my visits here... yet, I sense a presence... years ago, a beautiful lady and her husband had a little store here... he tended to the store and she tended to the gardens... now, they are abandoned and neglected... or are they?... the man and woman have passed on... but I do believe they visit here often... as do I... I have shown you before how the stunning roses thrive, despite anyone taking care of them... today... on the other side of the little building, luscious Lilacs are in bloom... the bush is heavy with gorgeous blossoms... the grassy field calls out to me... it seems to say "slow down Julie Marie... sit in the cool grass and let the Lilacs take your cares away"... sometimes, I tell myself I DO need to slow down... I am always busy with something... or someone... maybe I DO need to just sit down and relax... and breathe deep... but who is telling me to do so?...
I gingerly walk around the old building, taking in every minute detail... the chipping paint and boarded up windows are pure beauty to me... then the stories begin to fill my mind... picturing how this little store once was... and the kindly gentleman who ran it... and his pretty wife who always had a friendly "hello" when I would come here with my daddy as a little girl...


I walk around front once more to collect my thoughts... a little bird flies by and hurries into the small opening in the corner of the building... ooh, what a beautiful place to build your nest little birdie... are you the one who tends to the grounds?...I am enchanted by the old rock wall along the front... rocks that washed down the nearby canyon many, many years ago when massive rains carried them from the mountains behind me...I try, as always, to peer inside the front window... it is screened, and dark... I cannot see inside... but, once again... I sense someone is there...The Lilacs speak to me... begging me to stay a while longer... I glance up and see the stormclouds are now closer and the thunder that was in the distance is now all around me... yet, I cannot leave...I have always come for the roses... in June... and late summer... I have not been here when the Lilacs are in bloom before... and today, I see rows of Iris, Flags as my mama and grandmothers called them... also growing along the side of the building... they are covered in blooms... they too whisper to me to come back... soon...I must admit I am completely bewitched...As I breathe in deeply, relaxing... I sense the presence once more... but I am not afraid... it is a kind and gentle presence... just like all of the other times I have come here... a voice from somewhere in time...The rain begins to fall, a soft gentle rain... then more thunder... then the rain intensifies...I linger a bit longer... then suddenly realize I am soaking wet... so pre~occupied I am with this little place I so love...
I take one more look... I am relaxed... a peaceful feeling comes over me... perhaps it is the Lilacs... or the Iris and Roses yet to bloom... or the falling rain... I cannot explain any of this... just like the many, many times I have visited before, I know I shall be back... again... soon... xoxo...