That's what I've figured out is the missing link, living smack in the middle of a neighborhood in a city - there just aren't any large stones, there's no moving water. For the better part of the last 30 years, we've lived within either sight or hearing distance or very close proximity to either an ocean or a fast moving river or Puget Sound or a creek with piles of rocks natural or 'enhanced' or assisted, big ones and little ones, flat ones and jagged and, in this part of the world, densely wooded acreage.
In Davenport, Ca we were between the Pacific Ocean and the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains, surrounded by hundreds of acres of brussel sprouts and on occasion could see the spouts of gray whales migrating north from the kitchen window. Idyllic until that blasted earthquake. How's this for 80's bad hair - oof, poodle top.
The first house we owned in North Carolina was 2 1/2 acres in the middle of a bunch more ...
We were smitten the moment we turned onto the property and decided to become members straight away with unlimited year round access and discounts and membership bennies on all kinds of things. This time of year, walking through the formal gardens provides the tantalizing prospect of things to come. There were just a few hints of spring ... the tiniest shoots of bulbs, minute buds on shrubs, ferns just barely showing their heads. Piles of snow remain on the shadow sides of buildings and patches along the trails, but the day was crystal clear, still a bit brisk; a steady breeze kept the day from really warming. Oh but such sweet relief, walking along the trails, admiring the Japanese rock gardens and winter-hardy bonsai, wandering the outer trails, resting on rock benches and listening to the rush of the French Broad River below us. I felt my soul release a gentle sigh, what had felt like the death grip of this difficult winter give way just a bit.
In my excitement to head for the exhibits and trails, I left my camera in the car - sheesh. When I remembered, I was far enough away to leave it be. Ah, but the good weather continues. This morning, I got a relatively early start and, with camera in hand, headed back to continue my explorations. The walk started off with a good long uphill, relatively bare with slushy patches of snow along the way ...
Then the trail dropped down and I headed off to the footpath along Bent Creek - finally, rushing water ...
This hauling rocks obsession has been a problem for years ... Vintage KVK (early 90's), hauling slabs of slate from the quarry - I can't believe my hair was ever that short!
And cruising North Beach in Port Townsend ... how many hours did I spend on that beach? Lord mercy, it was heaven.
Anyway, as I was saying, I'm a rock fanatic and it turns out I'll be taking a dry stack stone workshop at the Arboretum next week! I need to get some new leather gloves and then I'll be set and counting the days. I can't wait! Rocks, heaven awaits, I'll be stacking rocks!
Amazing what a walk in the woods can do for one's spirit.
Now I'm off to putz in the yard. Got to start planning where to cut in paths and walkways and where those new dry stacked stone walls will be going. Just visualize Kathy Van Kleeck ... human back hoe.
Renewed, energized and happy.
blessings - kvk