Friday, April 27, 2012

My Apologies!

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

I know you were all expecting to read my story about Winnipeg and I have no excuses except for the fact that I have come down with something, and could not for the life of me remember one word about my trip nor the past few weeks.

Remember I told you my plan of heading to the bush yesterday morning? Well that seems to be the problem I came down with a serious case of bush fever. As soon as I stepped into the bush and was overcome with the smell of fresh new earth, dried decaying leaves and the smell of those tall pine trees surrounding me I was stricken. I could not and frankly did not fight it. I succumbed.

I felt its warm arms embrace me and hold me tight like an old friend who had been missing me as much as I had been missing her. I let myself be completely absorbed into the safety of its welcoming peaceful arms. I was now one with my old friend.

The tall pines were swaying in the winds as if they were dancing with excitement at my return. The birds were singing their familiar songs but this time I swear I heard “We missed you” my eyes teared up with happiness and the overwhelming sense of peace. I felt totally loved and accepted.

The new spring flowers were all laid out like a banquet for my eyes, they had been waiting for my return. A lone Canada goose swims in the creek calling its mate, a lonesome haunting sound. I watch as he explored every part of this stream, the water lapping trail behind him, all the time continuing to call and waiting for a mate that probably will never return.

I am so truly blessed to have all this waiting for me and knowing I was loved and missed while I was gone. I am now truly home.

I am not sure but I think Sandy has been stricken too!



  1. What a wonderful, magical, well deserved welcome home.

  2. I can totally understand your bush fever. There's so much to see, smell and hear in the bush this time of year. I LOVE it!

  3. It's nice to be on holiday enjoying the various sights and sounds but it's also lovely to be at home with all the beauty that surrounds it. Welcome home!!!

  4. I can totally relate to your emotions at walking around in nature. Love the cattails and of course, your lovely cow munching on some breakfast. :)

  5. I love nature and those---like you---who appreciate it and write about it.

  6. Like the song says ...There's no place like home. Lovely! Sue

  7. WoW, your words were so powerful b, you pulled me right in!!

    so happy for you. i hope you never recover ;)))

  8. Welcome home, right where you belong.

  9. you got me. read the first paragraph and was so afraid you were sick w/ fever! and you were! but in a good way! :)

    loved that you are renewed and refreshed and reconnected to your world. and i loved sandy. :)

  10. Love the leaf in that first capture! And the mossy log is amazing!

  11. Spring weather is so fickle we have to run to it and roll in it when it happens. Super shots.

    The travel story is much anticipated but I do understand the fever to inhale the new season.

  12. That was so beautiful. Thanks so much for reminds me of the words "Deep calls unto deep....."
    I too feel so at home in the touches something inside...something so difficult to explain...thanks for your explanation! I think I will join your followers so that I can feel close to..... some more. Joan

  13. that's what's wrong with me??? Heeheheheee!!!

    Great post and welcome home! :o)

    God bless ya and have yourself a fantastic weekend sweetie!!!

  14. I do know, and feel, exactly what you mean B. I really do. Susan xx

  15. Beautifully written, Buttons! Lovely imagery!

  16. Ah! You truly are at home :)
    Love M xoxoxox

  17. Home is a beautiful place to be...and where your heart is for certain.

  18. Oh my! I too thought you were sick. I should have known better.


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