|Adam. ~ back then...|
The hardest thing about moving from our old farm house was leaving behind the garden. Even though we would be living only about a half-mile away, I knew I wouldn't be able to care for the garden like I had in the past. How many times had I slipped out of doors early in the morning, sometimes still wearing my night gown, with the intention of only walking through the garden, but could still be found there an hour or so later attending to some gardening chore that needed doing?
And, who could blame me if I dilly dallied in the garden for a while? It was always a garden full of birds, so early morning was a wonderful time to watch them, and to listen to their sweet songs. The brown thrashers were regulars, year in, and year out, and what fun it always was to finally discover where they had built their nest. I wonder if they still come...
It has been a dozen years since we moved, but I still go back to mow and clean along the rock paths that I once worked so hard to build from flat-like stones that I found along the little streams on the place. A lot can change in twelve years. The lilies, hostas, and other perennials were the first to go, thanks to the white-tailed deer that soon claimed the gardens as their own. The drought of 2012 took out a lot of the flowering shrubs and small trees. I'll not be planting more there even though the bones of the garden are still there, and seem to be begging for it~Queen Anne's lace, butterfly bushes, daisies, foxglove..............
|The Little Pond...|
The little waterfall no longer flows into the little pond where Adam once fished, even though there were no fish. The old stones, mottled with lichens are just lovely now, I think.
I can remember being particularly proud of the construction of these stone steps. My older son wouldn't remember, (but I do) that he helped me place the thick heavy stone that is the fourth one up. There are a lot of memories to go with these old stones.
|The Stone Path...|
When Disney's "Lion King" was released in 1994, our older grandson began to call this large stone, "Pride Rock." Pride Rock was always a favorite resting place for Nell.
|Nell and Pride Rock ~ Back then...|
I sometimes stop here and think of Robert Frosts' The Road Not Taken. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ~ I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."
I'm not sure, in this case, that one is less traveled than the other, but I always take the high road, and return by the low road. Always...