Down by the creek in the meadow where I walk!
And so the quiet comes, and sleep, and with it peace…
Photos taken by creek-side Trail Cam Camera strapped to a tree facing the water…
Moving here 17 years ago, the backyard was barren, hardly even grass. But now, due to our labors of love, it thrives…
In the Wisteria over our patio where we enjoy morning coffee. Mama robin doesn’t look too happy about the photo session.
Crazy Snowball Bush!
Creek side, a favorite place of respite…
Photos by Patricia
Coming home after seeing loved ones not seen in so long instilled a new sense of vigor and rejuvenation. The sights outside evoke an overwhelmingly beauty impossible to absorb all at once. Take a breath.
Wanting to ‘do it all,’ impatient for the new day to start at bedtime, the calm voice interjects, take your time, things will get done. Enjoy each one. The only one pushing you… is you.
So take it easy. Do stuff. But do it at a pace where all parts stay together. Even here in this peaceful plot of land the topsy-turvy symptoms of PTSD can take over, and does take over without permission. But there are methods that sometimes stave it off.
Breathe. Go slowly. Enjoy. The gifts are free. Blossoms over my head in the wild pear tree while sitting creek-side. Gobs of flowers erupting in my gardens, but also chives and asparagus in the vegetable garden.
Never have the forsythia’s been so bountiful, almost glowing in their yellow bursting splendor. The quince, which has given babies now full-grown, are dark peach and gloriously adorning several areas.
Everywhere there is so much beauty, overwhelmingly so. It came on slow, but seems to suddenly want to explode.
Spring fever hit like Tigger on a pogo stick. Chemicals in my body usually bringing calm are mixed up like a tornado shooting to the moon. Walking before the sun rose over the hill was exhilarating, hearing the bird songs that had been absent all winter.
The creek burgeoning carrying tiny icebergs downstream, the snow beginning to glitter like diamonds after lap three when the golden orb appeared. Round and round, looking down at various prints in the snow.
Some like a coyote, then delicate like a bird. Squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits, possibly a fox! Though a lover of the outdoors, my skills at identifying each one are lacking. But they still tell a fascinating story.
A treat once again was to light another fire, but the March sun warms even more than the fire. The excitement of spring is hard to contain as more daylight wakes up something in me dormant all winter.
The roiling gurgling stomach is over. My poor tummy reacted to the town’s water that wasn’t chlorinated enough. The melting then overflow called for adjustments to the water that didn’t come in time. This has happened before many time but pinning it down to the town’s water wasn’t conclusive till now. From now on all my water must be boiled. A week of being too sick to even go outside is enough. Others don’t seem as sensitive to the increase of organisms in water, but too often my body is.
Finally back to normal, the sunshine pulled me happily out with pleasant success. My boots plod along through icy patches, snow, and bare earth. The songbirds sweet chirps after a quiet winter filled me up. The repose creek-side with warm sun on the my back made the stay lengthy as the overfilled stream gurgled past like sparkling diamonds glittering by.
Nearby in the wild gardens flower buds burst through. Honeysuckle bushes reveal tiny green buds. Geese honk in groups overhead swooping down to rest not far away. Sun warms through cold air, the rays noticeably warmer than a few weeks ago.
The euphoria of spring mixed with the remnants of depression make for a mix up of emotion, but all invited in where balance is sought as warmth meets cold. Such an exciting time already here if you look for it.
PHOTOS by Patricia
PHOTOS by Patricia
PHOTOS by Patricia