Thursday, December 1, 2016

Beware that slippery slope.

Living on intimate terms with nature,
one inadvertently becomes different from other people.
Her silent language penetrates, saturates,
persuades one gently of the insufficiently of human speech.
                                        Jean Rostand


The pounding rain on the roof last night confirmed my belief that rain is noisy while snowfalls are silent. Yes, I am sure you all know that and that is not my point. It is December I should not hear anything this time of year in the middle of the night. November left with rain and December entered with rain. This will make for an interesting year.


It has been quite a while since I have walked back to the bush and wandered randomly among the trees and the wildlife. I was ready, slippery wet leaves and muddy hills or not. This is something I have missed. Our bush on the farm is my place of memories and my place of solace. All that I am is wrapped up here in the trees, winding paths, the miles of rail fence, the stories that hide among the rocks on the ridge and those whispers that linger. Memories and stories from long ago merge as one and sometimes find their way to the paper that waits patiently in my pocket.


I dressed in layers, pulled on those Pink Cadillac Boots (Muck Boots), lined coveralls and an old ball cap. Grabbed my camera and headed down the lane way. This was an exciting step for me. I have been doing lots of walking but usually on sidewalks in the big city and our small town, not far from the farm. The ground on the farm especially where the cows roam can be very uneven. A person with back problems will notice that pretty quickly as your spine bends this way and that way, whether you want it too or not.

As I passed by the cows they turned to look but then quickly turned back to what they had been concentrating on. A beautiful six point buck stood there and stared at this girl dressed in pink boots, a bright orange jacket, and orange ball cap. I could not help but think this fellow was fascinated by my keen sense of fashion.


When I reached the red gate that keeps our cows safe from harm during the winter, I climbed over. I had not climbed anything for a very long time. It felt right. The smell of wet leaves filled the air. The Blue Jays were bickering overhead as I walked into the entrance to Gracies Lane. No doubt, they did not recognize me, as it had been quite a while and they were arguing about who I was. 


The trees were quiet there was no snapping in the wind which always seems to rip down this path on the ridge. This constant wind tunnel was evident when I spotted a tall beautiful tree that had fallen. Only one tiny branch held it up from its fall on our beautiful fence. My Hero will have to cut it down or no doubt it will land on the rail fence below and crush it. Our cows need to have those fences when spring comes back. Now is the time to make sure it gets taken care of before it makes for more work later.


The climb down, and then up again was a bit challenging. It turned into something like a game of snakes and ladders. A roll of the dice, where you were not sure if it would be one step up, then two slips down on a slippery carpet of leaves. The trees above held those rain drops and as I grabbed hold to stop from a tumble down it rained down all that clung to the leaves. I loved it. This is what I had been missing while I walked in the cities and towns trying to get my strength back.


I am where I belong and life is good. It may have taken me some extra time to complete this hike but I did it. Never give up. Now we need some snow.

Later


20 comments:

  1. Good Morning B. We are getting rain here too. Good that you are getting out in the bush to all those places where you can breath and absorb the energy. This post is more proof that you have a very special way with words!

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  2. Hooray. And happy dances. I am so glad that you are back where you belong.

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  3. It seems that the rain here is desperately trying to make up for lost time all summer long.
    I enjoyed my "walk about" with you.
    Thanks for sharing.
    diane @ thoughts&shots

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  4. Those good old walks can be very therapeutic. You tell a good story along with your walk.

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  5. Never give up....the key to life.

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  6. It's good to hear from you back among your trees.

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  7. B,

    Walking in the woods is something I miss as well. Being out in Mother Natures Beauty is what allows us to open up, and remember loved ones and memories. Never give up, life is to precious and we need to make sure our Grand Babies get to experience all we've experienced being out with the trees, soil, birds, and other animals. Life is a true gift.
    Hugs,
    Sandy

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  8. It's clear to me that farm owns you, heart and soul.

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  9. Yay for you!!! Never give up is a great motto.

    What wonderful, natural beauty you have there on your farm. Thanks for sharing ~ FlowerLady

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  10. Thank you for taking me along! I needed that fresh air and beautiful surrounds this morning!

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  11. Fun to slip and slide along with you! I'm glad you're able to hike uneven ground again. We have a small amount of snow on the ground, and I've been walking the forest in my trail shoes. All the shifting of balance does make the lower back tired. My DR says anything that makes your body shift to maintain balance is good for strengthening bones. So, not only are we enjoying Nature, but we're doing our bones some good, too, Grace. Stay well.

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  12. we are in desperate need of rain - a serious drought situation. i am afraid we will catch up in the form of snow!!

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  13. Hi Buttons - Good for you managing to balance on that fence AND take a photo at the same time!! I went hiking yesterday and recruited my farmgirl fence climbing skills too. A skill that is never forgotten! I was telling my hiking buddy that sometimes we even climb fences with snowshoes on our feet. I bet you've done that a few times too!

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  14. We'd gladly take some of that rain off your hands!

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  15. Hi Buttons, I'm glad that you are feeling well enough to venture to those places that holds a piece of your heart amongst the trees.You always write beautifully.
    Hugs,
    Julia

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  16. I'm glad to hear you managed the walk into your favourite place. It must have felt good and I hope your back didn't complain.

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  17. I haven't visited here for a while- sorry to hear about your back problems. Nothing like getting to your heart place to help you heal. Hope you feel much better when the snow comes.

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  18. Your pictures are beautiful.

    Welcome home!

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  19. So glad your back is better and you're "back in the saddle."

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  20. Nothing like a nice walk in the woods and especially when one is feeling better to do do!
    Yay for you!

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