The wheel turns,
Winter turns to Spring.
Spring becomes Summer.
The sunflowers raise their faces to the sun.
Summer becomes Fall, the sunflowers hang their heads, now heavy with seed, and wait for the Spring when the cycle begins again.- me
As soon as I saw the sunflower patch in the early summer I have waited for this day.
My wife and I were away on a short vacation up on the Bruce Peninsula last week. As usual I was always on the lookout for 'abandoned' places.
This one is a bit of an enigma. The more I think about this place the more I wonder, is it really abandoned or is someone working on it?
No matter, it's a beautiful place, protected by tree's and the gardens are full of wildflowers (weeds to some)
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to. ~John Ed Pearce
In this case I hope it's the latter
The day started of wonderfully cool a sign of things to come!
Unfortunately as the sun climbed higher so did the temperature.
In spite of that it was a good day, then again isn't a day out with friends always a good day?
McGowan's Falls in Durham Ontario was our first stop. Even though this falls is quite small there is so much to see here I chose to spend my time amongst the 'details' those little side streams and rivulets. I always think of the "immovable object meets unstoppable force" saying when I look at the sometimes tiny rocks resisting the power of the water. It's quite humbling really those little rocks holding their own while our conversation is swept away by the roar of the water .....
I came where the river ran over stones;
my ears knew an early joy
And all the waters of all the streams
sang in my veins that summer day.
- Theodore Roethke, The Waking, 1948
One last trip to the sunflower patch. Their heads are heavy with seeds now and soon they will bow to the pressure.
The flower offered of itself
And eloquently spoke
Of Gods
In languages of rainbows
Perfumes
And secret silence...
~Phillip Pulfrey, from Love, Abstraction and other Speculations
I think that this one may have a hidden secret though as she smiles at the passers by ...
Last weekend was a disaster ...
Earlier this week I spotted the elusive sunflower patch. I say elusive because I have been looking for weeks!
Of course when I saw it I didn't have my camera with me. So this morning a friend and I went back.
The morning was cloudy, dull and quite miserable but the sunflowers were smiling. How could you not smile back?
Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul. ~The Koran
Some think that cemeteries are places to put the dead and forget about them, except on an anniversary.
Lets face it, cemeteries are rarely visited by the living.
I, on the other hand love wandering in old cemeteries, reading the stones and thinking of the hopes and dreams buried there.
The history of the area waiting to be read.
Morbid ?
Maybe but not to me.
Do I want to end up in one ?
No thanks, just scatter my ashes to the wind ...
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
For those sharp eyed individuals yes I changed the post.
