the mill that once stood on Morgan Creek downstream from here. What I do believe is that many a wagon and cart traveled that road over time, most likely in the 1800's and the wheels and rains wore a rut in the earth 8 feet deep or more in places. Now it's a green moss and fern lined track. Like the chimney- I don't know when that road went out of use, but most likely it was back in the early 1900's.
I like to visit the chimney now and then during the winter. I wander around it imagining who might have lived there, how old it is, what happened and how long ago. Did it burn? Most likely, there is no sign of any other part of the structure. Just stones that formed the foundation, all buried under a foot or more of pine needles. h
Here you can see them piled in the fireplace.
I would love to do an excavation around the cabin site to see what I might unearth, if anything. What must it have been like to live there, 4 or 5 miles from town, in that tiny cabin, possibly no neighbors for several miles and scratch out an existence off the land? I can only imagine. Whoever built that chimney certainly built it to last and it has stood now for 10 or 15 decades or more. I've pondered researching the history of that parcel of land back in time, but its tricky to figure out how I might actually do that successfully. Any suggestions?
Monday, January 9, 2012
Later the same day as I was working in the garden I heard the unmistakable call of a red-tailed hawk, you know the one- the long lonely scree they dub into movies and TV at a critical moment in the plot. I looked up and spied the hawk, high in the air flying away to the north, then it circled back and soared right over me and the yard and house, circled over the farm and then flapped its way back across our yard and off to the north again and out of sight.
I take these hawk sitings as good omens for the new year.
It's been unseasonably warm and as a result the prunus mume is blooming about two months earlier than normal. Apparently they can bloom anytime in the winter. I'm not complaining, the pink cloud of blossoms outside my desk window has been very cheery over the past few weeks. The delicate cupped flowers are to me the epitome of Asian floral splendor.
Yesterday we took apart the holiday tree, packed all the treasures carefully away and put the boxes back up in the attic along with the now empty cookie tins, cleaned the whole house and put the furniture back to normal. I was a bit sad to see the beauty go, but it was time to move on into the new year and leave the holiday season behind. 2011 was a good year and the holidays memorable, but I'm ready to embark now on 2012.
Monday, January 2, 2012
There are certain places that feel very powerful to me and this rock outcrop is one of them. I like to climb to the top and look down over the creek. Huge sycamores cling to the far bank, their roots merging with the stones on the edge of the stream. I took time out yesterday to stroll the creek, visit these special spots and meditate a while at each. I've even been caught tree-hugging from time to time. You only need to study the trunks of beech trees to believe that they are endowed with spirits.