Very fine day to wrap up the long weekend. Most of it was spent in the shop/studio wrapping up loose ends. Because it’s a holiday there wasn’t many texts coming in. Nowadays, everybody expects texts to be answered right away. I try my best to oblige, but it takes me away from actual work. Today I made some progress.
It rained most of the day. I kept the door open, so Willow and I could enjoy it. With luck it will help minimize the forest fire danger. It was especially welcome this weekend when the bush is filled with revellers lighting large camp fires and setting off fireworks. Not that they are the biggest threat, the only forest fires this year have been started by loggers.
Babies Breath above the graves.
In the evening Willow and I set off for the bush. There is a special calm after a raucous long weekend. First we went to Windermere to the old graveyard. I promised I would say hi to Mom and Dad.
Windermere is a strange town now. It was one of the first communities in the Valley. The few historical sites that remain are surrounded by huge second homes (cabins they are called by their owners) that are occupied only six weeks a year. The town is 80% populated by second home owners. The school has remained open only by offering special programs that appeal to families throughout the valley. Otherwise it would have been closed long ago.
This is one of the weekends the second homes are occupied. I got some dirty looks driving toward the graveyard. My pick up didn’t fit in with the Cadillac SUV’s and Beamers. Plus my licence plate was the wrong colour. For all they knew I could have been casing the place.
Walking the rows between the old names. There was the Fishers, Crooks, Tegarts, Kimptons, Youngs and plenty others dating back to the 1800’s. There was also Bingo, the Best Darn Dog in the Land. Dug recently.
My Grandfather once owned a strip of land from the highway all the way down to the graveyard. It didn’t have a drop of water. The land wasn’t worth spit. They had a ditch from Windermere Creek they got their water and irrigated the gardens. It must have only been a trickle during summer. They raised turkeys and chickens and sold vegetables. It wasn’t easy. Long after my Grandfather sold, the land was bought and subdivided by a developer. It is now covered in large houses overlooking Lake Windermere. People that never have a thought of what came before.
After that Willow and I headed for the hills. The looks we got leaving were not as bad.
Once in the bush, the rain falling, we finally felt ourselves.
6 thoughts on “a rainy start to summer”
I’ve noticed how contact between people has gone from hand written letters, to emails, messages on facebook, and to texts. I feel less is communicated as quickness is gained. Will I have to carry a PIG with me all the time? (Personal Information Gadget) Maybe we will evolve one day to have ESP.
“People that never have a thought of what came before.” I like to know what came before. You find interesting things.
Good that you and Willow finally felt yourselves. Go there often.
Thanks for your comment Jim. I like the acronym PIG! I think I will start calling all my gadgetry that. Take care. Bob
Carol A. Hand
Poignant, wistful reflections about change, and as always, the presence of love for the enduring power and beauty of nature. Sending my best wishes to you, dear friend.
So nice to hear from you Carol. Thank you for your kind comment. Take care.
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I’m so pleased that you and Willow can get that special freedom with nature that you love. Thinking of you …
Thank you Julie!
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