Monday, November 26, 2012

Whistles and Wishes!

How often we forget all time, when lone,
Admiring Nature’s universal throne,
Her woods, her wilds, her waters, the intense
Reply of hers to our intelligence.
                        George Noel Gordon
                         Lord Byron


Snort! Snort! I scan the bush, searching the ground covered with dried decaying leaves and peer between those naked trees. I look towards the most beautiful early morning sunrise, its brilliant light blinding me and making it difficult to make out the shadow. I am perched on my rock high on the ridge on Gracie’s Lane. I must say that sound makes me a little nervous. I shout HELLO all the time thinking; please do not be a bear. Today I carry a granola bar and a banana in my back pack, what was I thinking?

I have been sitting quietly on that downed century maple branch resting on my rock I have my pen, paper and a whistle. I started bringing a whistle at the suggestion of a blogger friend worried about my safety. Thank you Daniel. I am sitting near the tree that is easy to climb if it turns out to be a Buck, they snort and make a fuss this time of year and cannot climb trees. I take that whistle and blow three times. The shrillness shatters the silence of the bush, I listen, no more snorting, whatever it was has apparently moved on. I have been back here since leaving the house about 7:30, I have no idea what time it is now. I do not care.


I sit listening to the winds blowing through the trees making them bend and sway, the creaking sound reminding me of my tired bones in the early morn. In this quietness of this morn I unfortunately hear the steady stream of traffic noise coming from a major highway miles away, I tune that out, it is easy after years of hearing only what I choose to hear. There must be a storm moving in and holding that noise low to the ground.

This morning I read that this may be Natures last hooray before the winter, believing that I dressed warm, and headed to the bush. It has been calling me for weeks and I have tried to ignore those calls to deal with those everyday pressures of life like everyone else. I should have known that the bush will always win in the end, this is where my heart truly sings and my ultimate peace lies.


I can see the pond from here, the beams of light from the sun and the shadows of those naked trees dance over the low water. This year’s drought has certainly taken its toll. My wish is for enormous amounts of snow to blanket the ground and replenish what has been lost. I also would not mind being able to strap on my snowshoes this year after last winters no snow. I need to be able to surround myself with all this beauty Nature has to share any time of the year.

I listen to the sound of chirping and hear the steady sound of a hammer, not a hammer but a Woodpecker chopping away at that old leaning tree by the pond. He is feasting on the inhabitants of that wooden sanctuary. Oh what a glorious sound.

The whistle did not seem to scare off the birds but I am positive it worked on whatever was snorting. I love this whistle; this whistle of memories. I had grabbed it out of my fishing tackle box, the one gathering dust in my basement. My Dad, Mom and I used to carry it in the boat for emergencies while fishing. I have not been fishing once since Dad passed away over five years ago.


Oh how I wish Dad was here now sitting on this ridge beside me on Gracie’s Lane listening to the sounds of Nature. He would know exactly what that snorting was, be it Bear or Buck. Oh he loved this place just as much as I do. I do believe he is here.

Later

34 comments:


  1. It's wonderful that you took the time to sit on your rock, Buttons. Very soon now it will be winter and autumn will be just a memory, and this will be one of the finest memories you can tuck away for the future.

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  2. I love to sit and listen to nature too but I would be a bit scared to do it in bear country. Nice photos of Autumn sliding away.

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  3. Sounds like a beautiful morning. And no doubt he is there :-)

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  4. Holidays seem to bring back memories of those passed on. For me too. xo

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  5. Silly girl, of course he is there, with his arms around your shoulder and that big smile on his face.


    Love You, BA

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  6. What a lovely place to sit and take in nature ! I to love to sit and listen to nature and watch it as well so peaceful and serine . I just love going for walks with our Miggs in the woods .We have a dusting of snow now on the ground as it fell yesterday with a peacefulness that just whisked me away and the birds were quietly feeding from the feeders. Lovely photos and post . Have a good day !

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  7. Miss B, What a peaceful way to start the day, nature, dawn, a camera and your thoughts. Sounds like a perfect opportunity to clear your mind and appreciate what God has to offer. Thank You so much for all the great comments you leave on my blog. They make my day and fill my heart!

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  8. what a nice story. i feel the same way when i go for a walk in the woods out back...the sights and sounds...even though they all make me feel good inside, i also start reminiscing of my folks...my sister & brother...wishing they could be here with me to enjoy more of life.
    it's hard to ignore that 'calling' for long!

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  9. glad you carry the whistle now! and glad you had some time out in the bush.

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  10. I never think of taking a whistle as I live in bear country as you can see with my big bear I took at the dump on my blog. A couple of months ago.

    Today we have snow and right now the bears are hibernating here

    Your pictures are lovely and I love your pen and notebook intailed on your camera journey. Very sentimental.

    I too love to be by myself in Gods country among the birds, trees, moss.

    I too document my thoughts and walks as well.

    I walk myself as not anyone friend or folks here are as interested to walk they are scared of the unknown of the wild. My hubby would walk but at this time I just like to be alone. He gets up real early hubby and walks like six in the morning. I am sleeping.

    Moose they are here, wolves, deers.
    They are all part of the animal food chain livingabout me . It is there home as well. They are winter wanderer's. Not Hibernators.

    So just God and I are in fellowship.

    How nice is that.

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  11. I am so glad to hear you have started taking a whistle with you! How very smart.
    I'm sure your Dad was with you as you took in the wonder of the day, have faith:)

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  12. Trees talk to me when they bend and swing.

    They do the same to you too.

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  13. I felt like I was there with you!!! great imagery.

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  14. Button! hi!

    Thank you for your noticing my grandson's turkey hat. They didn't buy it just posed for the pic in it. Isn't he just so sweet.

    Lovely sentiments here. Lovely post.

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  15. You just gave me the chills. I do believe your Dad is sitting there right beside you. Beautiful post B.

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  16. WHat a lovely way to spend a part of early morning Buttons! I love treking through the forest and finding the perfect spot to sit and contemplate.

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  17. I'm sure he IS there in the quiet places with you.

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  18. I am happy to hear that you have made it back in to the bush to enjoy your surroundings with your memories of your Dad. Good thinking with the whistle! Hugs, Mandi

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  19. Beautiful morning and I know your dad is right next to you.

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  20. Lovely post! I wonder what was snorting? I probably would have been scared!

    I believe your dad is with you when you are in nature :)

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  21. If you feel him there then he will be, something Mrs M. often reminds me when I too feel my father.
    Stunning pictures. x

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  22. The whistle sure is a good idea. Nice that you can have those moments out in the bush.

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  23. Beautiful writing, Buttons. I do believe we carry our loved ones with us always. Being outdoors, communing with nature is the best place to be whenever possible.

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  24. Thank you for letting us sit awhile with you. I think I'll do the same on my little bit of land this week and I promise I'll share, too!

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  25. Oh how funny! You reminded me of the time Dave and I were hiking in Alaska and he had jerky in his pocket. When he realized it, he blurted out, "OMG, I'm a walking beef jerky!"
    I think I frightening off any bears when I began following on the ground, laughing like a loon!

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  26. may I love your bush as much as you do?

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  27. I'm glad you went out to the bush, time spent in Nature is always good! You should go fishing when you can and think of your dad. :)

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  28. You have quite a following of commenters, Buttons. Shows all your writing is worthy of much interest.

    Thanks for once again taking us along on your walk. Glad you foiled the Scary Snorter and lived to blog another day.

    That last photo really captures the morning in your woods.

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  29. I have heard that snorting, too. But I never thought about the possibility that it was a bear!

    I think I love your rock and tree branch perch almost as much as you do!

    Blessings to you and yours...

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  30. Oh my..just doesn't take much for me...xoxo

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  31. I love reading about your adventures!

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  32. That whistle is an excellent idea! Glad you got some "me" time out in the woods!

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  33. i don't believe you have any bad views out there.

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