Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Auction Stroll!


“A land without ruins is a land without memories-

a land without memories is a land without history.”

                             Abram Joseph Ryan


 I still have the views of this weekends auction in my head. I walk the boundary road adjoining this property while My Hero, Brother D, and his Grandson stand in the crowd bidding on farm equipment. They listen to the auctioneer I listen to the voice in my head saying go explore, go explore. That voice won.


 This road is beautiful, narrow and long. I pass apple trees with apples as big as my fist, golden yellow, and bright red. I think to myself what a waste. I could have made lots of applesauce out of them. I try to find a good one on the ground but the wildlife has tasted them first.


 I pass milkweed pods bursting at their seams their fluffy white downy contents spilling onto the ground, the rest blowing in the cool wind. I remember back to a time when we were kids we would go out on a windy day and release these silky strands with their seeds into the air. They looked like little parachutes blowing; the air would be filled, as there were about six or seven of us doing this at the same time. Incredible. It is a shame our children hardly ever see them now.


 I pass a snake fence, this is a cedar rail fence just laid one atop another in a zig zag pattern all around the fields. They were the most popular fences back in our ancestors’ day. They required no wire and all you needed was days of hard work cutting cedar trees, and piling them up. I see these rare fences dotting fields now and imagine how hard it must have been to do that. They are not very practical today and take up a lot of the fence line. I do love seeing them. Most are almost gone they have been taken over by the growth, and forgotten.


 I walk, and I walk almost forgetting where, and why I am here. I could easily live here, the hills looking like mountains with the colourful leaves of fall enhancing the view. I then look up and see those ugly power lines, and change my mind. A beautiful view wrecked by a necessary progress. What a pity.


 I realize I have probably wandered to far away and head back to the sale. My Hero would not know where to find me, well maybe he would, he does understand my need to head to the woods.

Later.

19 comments:

  1. What a wonderful walk. Great pictures. I've never seen or heard of snake fences. Really enjoyed that tidbit.

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  2. Wonder why they're called snake fences...I can't imagine that they would keep out snakes. I'm guessing because they're low to the ground and weave this way and that?
    When I go to a clearance sale with Petal ( that's what we call them here) I go one way and he always goes another. Maa

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  3. Wonderful post! I, too, am content to wander in the woods.

    I think split-rail fences are beautiful.

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  4. Love the road into the woods..gorgeous!

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  5. Beautiful shots! I love the wander in the woods.

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  6. I really like walking in the woods with you.

    But I was most taken by your quote from Father Abe Ryan at the beginning. Most people won't be familiar with him, but he is one of my favorite poets. He was known as "The poet of the Confederacy". His poem "Old Trees" is an all-time favorite.

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  7. Dear Buttons,
    You will never know the delight I felt upon opening my computer this morning and reading all your sweet comments. It means so much to me.

    This is a path so different from any I have walked before. Everything is new, and unknown and hard. Thank you for your encouragement as one further on the path.

    Thank you again!

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  8. i love how you escape on your own at these places. and i love that you share them with us.

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  9. I haven't been to an auction in a long time. I'd most likely be like you and wander off with my camera. :)

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  10. Good for you to appreciate the history and the memories of a place now losing its caretakers. Others' memories revive our own. Building fences, scattering milkweed seeds, caring for the land and the tools it takes to do so. I'm glad you live where you can get away and renew and share it with your readers.

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  11. i did not know those homemade snake fences were titled as such. i agree, it's a shame you see less of such manual labor. stone fences too. our ancestors certainly earned their keep.

    i envy of your auction trips! it's been too long since i've gotten to any. :o)

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  12. Just like you to go wandering off. Good thing you took us along!

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  13. I really enjoyed going on a walk and looking at all of that. Does it make you really sad to see it like that?
    I know it does me. Where did the people go?

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  14. Soo much fun that's what I do too wander off. Great shots thanks for wandering off and taking us along.

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  15. Put a little gravel in my travel like the song goes. I love those walks off the beaten path. Its where you can do some real thinking.

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  16. Oh Buttons...I want to RUN down that road! It is calling my name....

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  17. What a peaceful looking place! I simply love your photos!

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  18. buttons! i so enjoy your stories..never stop..i enjoy each and every one. and the photos are wonderful and inspirational.

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  19. Not only are your photographs enchanting, your words are so beautiful. You bring everything that you see and that you carry in your heart, out into the open, to share, in the most reverential way. You truly are an incredibly gifted writer. Have you ever considered publishing any of your writing?

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