New tires crunched along the gravel path until her bike came to a stop in front of the beautiful garden that Mr. Smith had professionally designed last spring. There is no way he’d notice a the missing flower or two should she decide to snip a few and how could he possibly deny a bouquet to the woman who had been his lover the year before. Just as she got up the nerve to lay down her bike and enter the wrought iron gate before her, a loud rumble over-head forced her eyes to look up into the grey skies. It wouldn’t be long before that thunder cloud unleashed and made it nearly impossible for her to make it back home. She smiled the kind of tight-lipped grin that said she was up to something. Her leg swung over the bar and her feet maneuvered the peddles back to the paved road that lead to her home. Her speed made it look as though she was determined to make it back before the storm but her mind was simply spell bound.
It’s a rainy Wednesday morning and I felt the itch to do a little story telling. I wish I could spend a little more time here with you today but life gets in the way sometimes.
Some days beg for a little eccentric charm and this crazy outfit is perfect.
Wouldn’t you agree? Young and cute= looking perfect in any outfit. He hee
Follow me to the secret garden
She came to this place as though it were by instinct. The pathway to this hidden place was lush and closed in around her as she approached the hedge. The old hedge of Crepe Myrtles stretched 30 feet or more along the hillside. When she stepped past it there was a heavy wrought iron gate that was now rusted and broken away from its hinges. It was covered in thick vines weaving their way through every hole. Everything looked so intriguing through heavy iron and leafy vines. The gate made the garden more alluring and she heard it call her name. Temptation forced her to take a peek and she was rendered breathless at the sight. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to hide this place it must be a secret worth keeping. It looked as if this garden had a mind of its own and was not willing to reveal its secret too easily. It resembled an old Gothic graveyard and a most unusual sight, like a time and place in another world. It was so close and hidden in a landscape of open beach dunes only a few feet away. The garden was hauntingly beautiful but it was filled with a resonance of deep sorrow that radiated throughout the grounds. Roses and honeysuckle vines grew wildly and the moon flowers were just beginning to open as the light began to fade. Night Jasmine saturated the air with a luring scent that said come closer. The graveyard garden was bordered by a rusty iron fence and each three foot section ended with a 7 foot pole. Hanging from each pole was a glowing garden lantern. The light that flickered as the lanterns swayed with the breeze dazzled her eyes. It bathed the garden with shimmering light and set it apart from the landscape that surrounded it. The plants seemed to respond to her arrival by growing taller and unleashing an intoxicating scent as she passed by.
Twilight, lovely flowers, and a lantern’s glow set this garden apart from the world. It was silent except for the sound of the breeze that whispered through the vines. The whispering silence made her feel on edge and uncomfortable standing in her own skin. Her heart raced as she felt every breath hot and damp coming from her lips. It seemed more like a dream; this place couldn’t be real. She looked to the center of the memorial garden and there was a beautiful angel standing seven feet tall with her wings gracefully opened wide. The base of the statue read, “Angel of Hope”. Suddenly she got the feeling that she didn’t belong and was intruding on a private space but then she noticed something. The name on the little head stone at the base of the statue was familiar. It was in the middle of tiny flowers and several other broken headstones. Rose vines had taken over and grew wildly in and out of the head stones and over the wrought iron fence. A honeysuckle vine was spewing a heavy scent into the atmosphere. If it weren’t for the stunning beauty of this place it would be almost unbearable. The emotion of this secret garden was overwhelming and she couldn’t help but be over-taken by the power of sadness that resonated. Her time in this secret garden was a walk that weaved its way through the lies of her life but she didn’t recognize the truth that was standing right before her.
It felt like a good day for story telling. This story is based on the time I went searching for my roots and found the truth in a beautiful garden/cemetery.
Enjoy this day and everyday!
Taken with g10 digital camera- no tweaking
If I were to list all the things I love, it would be way too long. Summer would be toward the top of that list. I love it for so many reasons and this summer, although not as warm as I like it, is no exception. I feel as though all year is kind of a build up to summer, just waiting to get outside and enjoy the sunshine, start a garden, take long walks, sit on the porch, go on vacation- the list is endless. This summer has been particularly strange, weather wise, but sort of magic in other ways. Just today for instance, as I sat down to get to work I saw something kind of incredible. The mama cat, that I’ve been feeding, was headed back down the trail to the secret bramble, where she hides her kittens, when she stopped dead in her tracks and crouched down. A few minutes later a deer came out of the brush and flipped her off with his nose. She ran back to the porch and he followed. I had to laugh thinking, oh no what will the big guy say about not only stray cats but stray deer coming to the porch for food.
Speaking of Mama cat I went on a hunt and found her litter of four. They were very well hidden in a bramble of brush that was like a whole city. It was amazing and reminded me of a children’s fairy tale. Under neath several fallen trees is a maze of secret nooks and hidden fortresses. After several attempts to get a good look at them, the whole family slipped down a giant rabbit hole to hide. One by one they would venture back out and scamper around until they saw my watchful eye. Then shoop, they disappeared down the rabbit hole. It really was just like a story and kind of inspired me to write again. Here I go off on another tangent- stay the course Junie! Well anyway, what I was trying to say is I don’t think I’ll ever catch them, so I will befriend them the old fashioned way- with food.
I told you about my incredible camera finds last week. Well my daughter and I played with the Polaroid camera from the seventies and got a few fun pics. Taking a Polaroid is kind of like taking a bad picture with a modern camera only there is this magical retro kind of feel that’s hard to explain and of course there is the instant gratification thing. Yeah I like instant gratification and the tangible feel of a photograph developing in your hand- love that too.
Taken with a polaroid land camera, scanned into photoshop and tweaked just a bit.
This is completely off subject but I was thinking this morning about how hard I’ve been trying to make a living at home with fine art photography and other artsy endevors. I desperately want to avoid the possibility of ever returning to the dreaded cubical world. Update… I stopped by the studio to take a peek at my inventory and had a sweet message waiting for me. I am featured in Treasury West today. Sometimes the universe gives you a sign 🙂
There comes a time when it is more painful to remain a safe little bud and the risk to open up and blossom is unavoidable. I think I’m approaching that point in my life. A time when I can no longer just stay tightly wrapped and safe. By staying in safe mode, I risk losing too much or set myself up to go back to a life of miserable office politics.
The risk of blossoming is no longer off limits but I’m not sure I know how or when to blossom. I can’t seem to get to that next level. I guess each new faze of our life has a gestation period and needs time to ripen but I feel as though I’ve been tip-toeing down this path for a long time and this path has got to lead somewhere doesn’t it? Maybe I need to take a peek down another path. No, stop! I think I’ve done enough venturing down other paths. I think I need to learn how to stay the course. I think I ramble too much 😉
Well, I think we’ve had enough enough soup and nuts for today I’ll be back tomorrow for who knows what. Oh BTW thank you dearest Debra for the wonderful Bella Sinclair award I’m thinking about who to pass the sisterhood on to so stay tuned for that. Okay something weird keeps happening this is the third time I’ve edited this and my words above keep disappearing from the published post. When ever I mention the word magic in my posts strange things happen-I think I hear the twilight zone music playing off in the distance- gottta go.
The garden had been very quiet until just recently when it exploded with color. The garden girl wasn’t sure what had taken place but it seemed to have happened over night. She decided that maybe she should investigate just a little, so she tiptoed through the garden and looked around. Everything looked to be in order until she heard a faint whisper coming from behind the door of the caretaker cottage. She approached it every so slowly and then pulled back the door. The garden girl gasped….You won’t believe what she saw.
It was the sweetest little fairy enjoying a break from her garden chores. The garden girl may have upset her because as soon as the fairy noticed an intruder, she flew off quick as a bird.
Oh no, will she come back to take care of the garden? I assured the garden girl that these Fairies are shy but they never neglect their duties or pass up a cute little garden cottage to live in. This garden fairy will be back when she’s over her fright.
It wasn’t long before she was back at her duties. No wonder the garden is doing so well. This little fairy has been very busy and as it turns out she isn’t so shy after all. She and the garden girl made friends right away.
The garden girl would never have guessed that she’d have so much help tending her plants. Garden fairies are cute, cuddly and very good at their jobs; they don’t require much: just a little caretaker cottage, a few flowers and a lot of love will do the trick.
So there you have it, this garden girl’s secret little cottage is finally revealed and of course the best part is the little caretaker who dwells in the garden and keeps everything just so.
Enjoy this beautiful spring day.
Here is part 2 of Reflection and the Purge. If you missed part one click here. Warning there may be blood.
Oh yeah… the dangerous boy. This girl knew it right away. He was it, the one, the perfect piece of forbidden fruit. No need for her to search anymore. They fell hard and fast for each other. He from the wrong side of the tracks and she from the perfect plastic family on a more perfect side of town. No it wasn’t a match made in Heaven but it started out so well. She was so happy and he took care of everything, yes everything and maybe a little too well.
Then her beautiful blue sky turned angry and full of unnecessary evils. This girl once free and full of life was now trapped under glass. She could see the world spinning around without her. His grip was so tight and his fingers became imbedded deep in her flesh. She waited, she begged and before long she had no choice. Her life once lived was no where to be found and the only way she could live again was to break free of the glass that imprisoned her soul. She knew this wouldn’t be easy and yes there may be blood but the option to whither away was not a choice she could make. So, this girl took a deep breath and fought her way free, finally shattering the glass. There were tears, and things were broken, so very broken. Yes, it did hurt a little, well actually a lot, and there was plenty of blood but she was finally free and standing on her own two feet. She was free to breath the fresh air, pick the flowers or go to lunch with a friend without worry. Life was good and she knew it.
“What happened to the dangerous boy?” you ask. She knows where he is and it’s not far away but none of that matters. Yeah, there are emotional scars but this girl is free and as curious as ever. I think she has learned her lesson and stays on her own side of town but even so, she can’t pass up the chance to dip her toes in the wild waters from time to time.
Next post is a Travel Treasure give-away. Oh my!