Friday, February 23, 2018

Lotus Flowers in the fields near Home


I love these flowers.  It took a bit of research, but I discovered their formal name is lotus corniculatus. Though they're actually native to the temperate grasslands of Eurasia and North Africa, they were introduced to the Willamette Valley in Oregon in the mid 1940's.

Seeds were offered to local farmers like my Grandparents and were said to be good for the cattle--and indeed, from what Mumsie says, the flowers grew everywhere and the cattle loved to eat them. 

Last summer I came across this beautiful little flower--and oh, the memories which flooded into my mind...  As a little girl, I believed they were fairy's dresses.  I would like to find some seeds for these--and scatter them around my flower garden!  They do not grow profusely as they did when I was small. 

Have a lovely weekend--take time to smell the flowers--that is, if the snow has melted!

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Heart from another time


This place no longer exists...  And in some way, this photo represents the lost love of my life...  It is my third Valentine's Day without my Beloved.

For some reason it hits me a bit harder today.  I am realizing he really truly isn't coming back.  Though I KNOW I will see him again, I know it won't be in this world.

So sweet love to you, my Beloved, my heart.  You are deeply missed. 

Monday, January 1, 2018

Memories and it is a New Year!


Where once stood an endless parade of contradiction of beauty and destruction, are rows of huge homes where soft lighting and sidewalks reign.

Though I understand the need to rebuild, I miss those days of prowling through the huge abandoned buildings.  I remember the extraordinary architecture and the beauty of overgrown gardens, ponds and trees.  All of that is gone now.

I am happy for the people who live there.  They will likely never know of the adventures we once had.

I am grateful for the memories!  Happy New Year.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Fairy Home in the Forest


This was taken last Fall, I believe.  I am grateful for the trails which trace through the ancient forests--all that are left of the forests I roamed as a child.

This is a little fairy house I saw in an ancient stump there. 

Merry Christmas dear Friends.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Enchanted Forest -Outdoor Wednesday


Just a little over a year ago, an out-of-towner purchased the forests of my childhood.  He clear cut the entire thing, destroying the habitat of many endangered species.  Why that was allowed is still baffling to me.

It was an enchanted place, where mystery and beauty held hands.

The creek in the canyon was spared--with 50 feet of forest to be left on each side as green space.  However some of the woodlands where I played as a child have been saved.  I am thankful to the City of Wilsonville for its preservation of some of that area as a park protecting the old growth trees there.

I still miss walking the forests--but I have these pictures and all those wonderful memories.  My childhood was wonderful.  We spent hours and days playing in that enchanted forest.  It makes me smile to remember.  

Have a great rest of the week and happy Outdoor Wednesday.

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Friday, August 19, 2016

Dirt Clod Heart


This is one of the last hearts I found at The Abandoned before they began to build houses.  A sort of bittersweet tribute to the magic which once was.

Friday, August 5, 2016

Sidewalks and Streetlights


Next to the snazzy homes being built along the street, where sidewalks and streetlights abound, the forest stands silent.  When the wind blows--I am sure the history of this once beautiful place whispers through man's progress.  Huge homes stand so close together, one could shake hands across the small divide between them.

Sissy says these are California houses.  The very kind of neighborhood which, if it somehow caught fire, would leap from house to house.  I hope that never happens here.