The thought of seven hours in the car seemed daunting in the early hours that Thursday morning. But as I watched the fog burn off and the blue sky emerge time passed swiftly as did the trees and buildings outside the car window. As we crossed the border between New Hampshire and Maine familiar vignettes appeared. Memories long placed on dusty shelves in my mind were now retrieved and brought into the light of day.
That first glimpse of the ocean made every molecule of my being dance. After meeting our most gracious host and checking into
Haven by the Sea
I walked, almost floated, to the sea’s edge. Here is what I saw that first day…
Homes beachside, Wells Maine
Plovers amongst the rocks on the beach at Wells
Various sea plants and weeds Wells, Maine
Periwinkle shells on rocks, Wells Maine
Kelp, Wells, Maine
Semipalmated sandpiper Reflection
Semipalmated sandpiper Wells, Maine
Homes beachside, Wells, Maine
Seaweed on periwinkle Wells, Maine
Thank you for stopping by
A Halloween harbinger
Spinning a web in darkness
Caught in my hair
___ Happy Halloween Happy Halloween Happy Halloween Happy Halloween ___
I’ve walked past this farm more than a hundred times…
During those early walks when I looked inside the abandoned barn I could clearly see chairs and broken piping
Now all I see is the Earth taking back what was once hers.
I watch as the barn is slowly being consumed by vines of grape and poison ivy
and wonder how long it will be until this place is no longer exists even in memories…
The garden has become familiar.
I know it’s rock walls, the plants who have made it their home.
I’ve shared it’s life, death and rebirth cycles.
Today I walked beyond it’s boundaries and this is what I saw…
A local CSA, Terra Fauna, had planted a plot of Indian corn. Neighbors respect one another and the corn is waiting to be harvested.
Further down the road is the sheep farm. Lambs born this past February and March reach out for freshly cut hay.
Across the street, next to the homestead,
a cow rests in the barn.
Scattered around the property are remnants of farm implements.
Continuing on I pass the silos of a dairy farm. They and the milk tank are all that remain of a once vibrant local industry.
As I make the turn onto Hillside I look back upon the dairy farm
and pass homes decorated for Halloween.
My last turn onto Valley View brings my home into view. Once again I will work in the gardens and continue to co-create with Gaia.
A ribbon of water only inches deep separates a quaffed garden from Gaia’s wild unkempt landscape. Hidden amongst logs, within towering trees and in secluded glens her children live out their lives often unseen by human eyes. But today the veil was lifted and for a moment in time I was invited in…
Look closely and see what is often overlooked…
Three simple eyes that guide a bee to its nest
Five eyes of a Carpenter bee
Feet with suction cups that allow security when holding tightly to a leaf
Caterpillar on goldenrod leaf
A discarded skin that nourishes the body
Black swallowtail caterpillar eating its shed skin
A covering that allows flight
Feathers of a Mourning dove
Hundreds of individual petals that make up a whole
Sweeping vistas may be astounding but let us never ignore the beauty in the often overlooked
The droning of insects reverberates throughout my body
Katydid at night
It begins with a subtle vibration on my ear drum which slowly permeates ever fiber of my being
Perhaps their songs are louder today as they instinctually know the world is in balance.
Twelve hours of light – twelve hours of darkness
A setting sun
Gaia is readying her children for what is to come
Ant at work
Birds of all sizes and colors join in the chorus as they search the fields and trees for seed and nut
Chipping sparrow in Norway spruce
Creatures who hug the earth are ever vigilant
Eastern Garter snake in the vegetable garden
As a kaleidoscope changes so does the landscape
The autumn flower garden
Shades of green gives way to a patchwork of gold, orange and red
Estuary in Maine
Autumn is upon us, there is still work to be done by all…
Harvest of gourds