Gone But Not Forgotten

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A few years ago I traveled to Stony Creek Connecticut with the hope that I would view the old granite quarry lily pond that my grandmother had hoped to see one last time when she made her final journey to her hometown.  She did not take photos of it, so I must presume, given the time of year, that she was not lucky enough to stop and marvel in its beauty once again. 

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Saw Mill Granite Lily Pond

I had envisioned that the entire pond would be filled with water lilies.  There were many, but not as many as my imagination had conjured up.  There were thousands of lily pads that appeared to be a delicious meal for some sort of hungry bug.

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Single Lilies with Thousands of Pads

The surrounding buildings are as beautiful as the lilies are on the pond.

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Pond Reflection on Stained Glass

A couple of years ago we went to stay at an old inn at the end of Linden Point Rd.  I wrote a poem about the place and it is on page 65 in my new book “In Memory Of…”  Little did I know how true the poem would become.  I will share just a bit of it below this next photo.  You can see to the left that the inn is no longer there.  The people across this inlet bought the property and tore down the old house/inn.  They wanted a less obstructed view.  They took the two pine trees down as well but left the granite stone that had been used by the indians to grind grain.  (It’s all in the poem.)

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Once There Was An Inn & Then There Was None

This place where I am sitting

Comes to fill me with delight

I know some day it will vanish

Erased from memory, and from sight

Is there a place that you remember that may have vanished from this earth?  Do you wish that you could view it one last time?  Maybe it’s a good time to go and discover if your memories still exist in that place.

Almost Summertime

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I realize that California never really had a true winter this year.  I lived through it and now I find myself feeling like it should be summer now, and not a few days from now, so I’ve decided to start my summer today.

Peaceful Connecticut Island

Peaceful Connecticut Island

Do you remember what your transistor radio looked like?  You know, the one you used to carry with you to the market.  Summertime always meant that there would be a radio station having a contest to name a long line of tunes, in their correct order. That contest sometimes lasted the entire summer before someone would guess them all correctly.  I can’t remember what they would win, but it must have been something grand!

Lazy Days in Maine

Lazy Days in Maine

I never could call in because I wasn’t 18, oh, and I didn’t have a cell phone in my back pocket.  I didn’t have earbuds, Starbucks, or leather flip-flops.  

Bodega Bay Pelicans

Bodega Bay Pelicans

Those were the days.  The lazy days of summer.  

Enjoy yours

                      Mine begins today

                                                     Join me

Big Beautiful Chico Creek

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I took the time, last week, to walk through a small section of Bidwell Park in Chico, California.  It is a beautiful place, especially in the fall.  I started at One Mile, which is a swimming hole that is quite active during the summer, as it can get quite hot in Chico.

One Mile

One Mile

The walk was mostly down a dirt path that ran beside the Big Chico Creek.  It was quiet, except for the occasional bicycle or dog passing by.  Quiet, except for the falling of the giant leaves through the trees and bushes.  That was noisy, amazingly so.  Noisy too, was the crunching of those leaves beneath my feet.  It almost seemed as if they were exceptionally dry this year.  Quiet, except for the woodpeckers, pecking in the trees and the squirrels busily collecting nuts and seeds for the upcoming winter.  It was quiet and so very busy at the same time.  

Leaf on the Creek

Leaf on the Creek

I was forced to stop and reflect while the creek went rushing by.  It reminded me of many of the creeks and streams that ran through the neighborhoods, in Santa Cruz, where I lived as a child.  I always would stop to view the cool clear water creeks, as I found the water spiders and tadpoles completely mesmerizing in my youth.  

Gathered Water

Gathered Water

I was fascinated by the water on this leaf.  The sun was shining on it and sparkling in an extrodinary way.  (I guess that I haven’t left my youth behind as much as I tend to think that I have from day to day.)

Barely Hanging On

Barely Hanging On

The sun filtering through the leaves was so wonderful to view and it made my soul lift and feel free (child like).

Dry Leaf Floating Toward One Mile

Dry Leaf Floating Toward One Mile

The creek was still running at a good pace, even though we are in a drought, and I would watch the leaves as they would go floating toward the Little Chico Creek that runs through the University Campus.  As a child, I would have been creating leaf races on the creek, but there were enough leaves falling into the creek to create leaf races of their own.

Sunlight Through the Leaves

Sunlight Through the Leaves

I think it is important to stop and fill your mind with the colors, sights, and sounds of each season.  This place and the silences reminded me of Connecticut and the silence that I found there on the Long Island Sound.  I penned the final poem in my book, Imprints, while listening to the silence of the sound.  

Turning Vines

Turning Vines

There is a peacefulness that fills you, in the silences that you can find everyday.  You only need to seek out those silences.  Its hard sometimes, with our busy schedules to find the silence, but it’s there.  Listen…..

Fading Away

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Awhile ago you voted on capturing, in photos, the lilies on the granite pond that my grandmother loved to see as a child.  I was short on travel time.  An acquaintance graciously offered to go to the spot in Connecticut and check out the developement of the lilies for me.

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Old Sawmill Rd

Reflection on Lily Pond

Reflection on Lily Pond

As you can see, there are thousands of lily pads at this location.  It is no wonder that my grandmother longed to see them once again.  There were lots of lily pads by the time these photos were taken and they went back with the hope that there would be more flowers at a later date.  It was only about a week later and the lily pads were fading away into the water.  The weather could have been a factor, but I think it best if I go next year in July.  I will share them with you then, in the meantime, here are a few glimpses of the lilies that I have found in my travels.

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These lilies are from Hawaii, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Sonoma, and Hess Winery.  Some of them live in a controlled environment while most of them live outside.  I haven’t been appreciating them the way I should.  Now that I realize how fast they come and go, I’ll take a bit more time with them, next time I see them.  They are  magnificent flowers, aren’t they?