September in Maine – Day One

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
Homes beachside, Wells Maine
Plover, Shore birds on the beach, Wells Maine
Plovers amongst the rocks on the beach at Wells
Seaweeds Weeds, Maine
Various sea plants and weeds Wells, Maine
Periwinkles on rocks, Wells, Maine
Periwinkle shells on rocks, Wells Maine
Kelp Wells, Maine
Kelp, Wells, Maine
Semipalmated sandpiper Wells, Maine
Semipalmated sandpiper Reflection
Semipalmated sandpiper Wells, Maine
Semipalmated sandpiper Wells, Maine
Homes beachside Wells, Maine
Homes beachside, Wells, Maine
Seaweed on periwinkle Wells, Maine
Seaweed on periwinkle Wells, Maine

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Abandoned 

I’ve walked past this farm more than a hundred times…

abandoned barn

Corner stones of the barnDuring those early walks when I  looked inside the abandoned barn I could clearly see chairs and broken piping

Barn on Meadow Road

Abandoned barn

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now all I see is the Earth taking back what was once hers.

Poiaon ive and grape vines overtake the wooden barn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I watch as the barn is slowly being consumed by vines of grape and poison ivy

Barn wall

and wonder how long it will be until this place is no longer exists even in memories…

Abandoned barn on Meadow

 

Upper window of the barn


 

A Walk Beyond the Garden

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. 

 

Other Side of the Stream

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… Whitetail deer

Whitetail deer

Gray Squirrel

Gray Squirrel

Gray Squirrel

Red fox

Red fox

Red fox

Red fox

 

 

 

 

 

One Winter’s Day

I stood alone amongst swaying trees

Reminents of Bamboo grass in the winter garden

Groaning,  creaking bark rubbing against bark, branches entwined cracking

Winter tress in the lower gardens

A cold, damp wind permeated my soul

Aging Bowling ball pyramid in the lower gardens

I sought refuge with the Dreamer…

The Dreamer in the labyrinth

and realized I had not been the only one

Deer track in the snow lower gardens

I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck and clutched my coat hoping to keep the cold at bay

The labyrinth under ice and snow

Even on frozen days the garden’s beauty shines through

Bronze sculpture sitting in the snow

The garden is a refuge,  not only for me but also for those who prowl its paths after dark

Cat print in the ice

Frozen

What was once a liquid is now a solid

Ice on evergreen

It wraps itself around all it touches

Ine encrusted honeysuckle berries

Ine encrusted honeysuckle bushes

Freezing as it follows paths dictated by gravity

Ice encrusted apple leaves

Ice encrusted apple leafAlmost invisible to human sight small imperfections glisten like encrusted crystals

Ine encrusted pear bud

As warmth creeps back into the valleys what is first an almost imperceptible sound becomes louder as the melting ice releases itself from branches and berries and crashes to the forest floor

Ice on forest trees

Ice on berries