It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Spring Morning after the Rain

"Where an I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-caps grow....
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow,
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
It's awful fun to be born at all.
 Where am I going? The ring-doves coo: 
We do have beautiful things to do.
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today."
 Where I'm I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the [buttercups] grow.
 Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

~from When We Were Very Young by A.A. Milne~
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The rain continues. This morning, when there was a break in the weather, I pulled on my boots and grabbed my camera.
and walked up and over to an old mining area in the hills behind us. It was cold, wet and windy. I love being a part of the storm.
It was a sloshy walk but I was able to ford the creek and takes some nice photos of what we call "the place of old mining memories". I always expect to see a ghost or two but I never have.
Someone left an old wheelbarrow...
A wheel cover from an old tractor or truck...
This is hard to see clearly but it's an old bed spring under a fallen tree. I always wonder who slept here and why they chose to bring a bed with springs all the way down here next to the creek. It wouldn't be a bad place to sleep I guess. How nice to fall asleep listening  to the sound of the creek and the other voices of the night. Summer would be a nicer, warmer time to do this,  but you might wake up sharing space with a rattlesnake. Still... it would be nice to pitch a tent and stay up here over night.
The ghosts of miners past do not seem to bother anyone.. These ghosts must still be looking for gold and don't want anyone to know where they're digging. The only signs of their existence that remains are the implements and machinery of their efforts... foundations. rock walls, tailing piles, rusty old equipment and this big water tank.
It must have been a hard life but their hope for finding gold pushed them on. The only gold that I have found down there is this....
Tomorrow is the first day of Spring. There will be another storm moving in. The wind is fierce outside. The goats are already in their house....Brownie too. He still keeps his distance from the other goats but they let him into the house now, to eat, and they were all out in the pasture eating together this afternoon, even with all the wind. 
The first day of Spring... tomorrow... I'm ready.


11 comments:

Madeline's Album said...

What a wonderful inspirational post. Your photos are great. I enjoyed walking along with you seeing all the sights. I am so glad the other goats are allowing brownie back in the goat house and eating in the pasture with them. Have a blessed evening and a great first day of SPRING tomorrow. Madeline

jojo said...

I'm ready too! I heard you were expecting more rain on the news tonight but that we are going to have a sunny day...fair trade eh? Love the photos and the story you tell along with the poem, so very interesting. take care..;j

Teri said...

I can't believe that tomorrow is the first day of Spring. We still have snow all over the ground. Didn't you get any snow? Are we that much higher than you or is it just a matter or farther north? Love old implements.

susanc said...

Lovely post!

Riki Schumacher said...

Beautiful, beautiful Connie! LOVE the pics. We're all getting drenched sounds like. Can't believe the first day of spring is tomorrow! Have a wonderful spring. Hugs, Riki

Paxie said...

Beautiful...

I was able to get outside and pull weeds yesterday...not a pretty photo op :)

Heidi Ann said...

I absolutely loved this. Your beautiful photos took me back to the property we grew up on. I loved walking up on our hill after the rain, and picking little bouquets of buttercups and other small wildflowers in the springtime to give to Mother. I even made up a little song about being a happy girl while I was out on one of those walks.

Danni said...

Wonderful post! Beautiful pictures, history of the land, and a bit of gold miner lore (ghosts?!) to boot - what a lovely walk. I would've loved to go with you. :-)

thecrazysheeplady said...

Lovely!

Karen Deborah said...

Your writing is so beautiful it just keeps getting better and better. Gorgeous photos, love that bright green. I'm glad the earth can cover up our junk. Your like CBW she can see beauty in old ruins too. Glad your wearing good boots when you talk about rattlesnakes. GAH!

Kerry O'Gorman said...

I love rambling through ghostly places like this...good ghosts. We shouldn't be afraid of old haunts like these. The stuff left behind gives us stories as well as ones to make up as we go. Lovely rainy day trek...