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
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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.
Miraculous – amazing – always
Sawfly caterpillars on Mugo pine
Mundane – never
Chipmonk gathering bedding
Around all of us in every moment in time there is something beautiful
Sweet Spice shrub
Tussock moth caterpillar on Scarlet Honeysuckle
Something that catches our attention
Rain drops on a spider’s web
Just take the time to see it
The last time I shared the life of the gardens nighttime temperatures were below freezing and there was snow on the ground.
Now windows are opened both day and night while the cacophony of bird songs overwhelm one’s sense of hearing.
Babies are born, flowers grow and vegetables harvested.
The gardens are another year older as are its inhabitants …
Juvenile Grey Squirrel
Eastern Cottontail rabbit
the process of coming into being
of becoming important
Each spring layers disappear and what lies beneath waiting
Emerges into the light of a new season
There is a peace that permeates one’s being while walking through a garden after a new fallen snow.
But along with that peace comes a feeling of sadness as the realization of knowing another season comes to an end.
Endings may be not be what they appear
Look into hidden corners of the garden and s ee what emerges from the snow cover ground
Allow your eyes to be drawn to vibrant colors in an otherwise neutral landscape
Rejoice in knowing this is not an end, only life passing through celestial cycles
As the sun sinks lower on the southern horizon his rays do not provide the same intensity of heat as on summer days.
These fragile creatures search for the last of summer flowers to rest and feast upon.
To watch them glide on invisible currents my heart aches for what is to come.
Common checkered-skipper Pygus communis
“This species is separated from the White-checkered skipper with confidence only by dissection and examination of the male genitalia.” from
Female Clouded Sulphur Colias philodice