Quietly walking alone


The damn dog didn’t want to go for a walk with me today.  It was too hot or something and you can’t make Molly do anything she doesn’t want to do.  I left her behind and went alone.   I walked back again into the fields.  Yesterday I went there with my friend Anne.  We chatted and laughed all the way and probably scared away any wildlife.  Today was different.  I was quietly walking alone and things were definitely stirring in the undergrowth.   Something very large…… a deer hopefully, maybe a  coyote. 

I enjoyed watching the numerous butterflies and damsel / dragon flies.  They flitted  about, landing on the chicory and queen anne’s lace. 

I passed a large tree loaded with ripe fruit. I popped one into my mouth – delicious!!  I’m not sure what is was.   Any ideas?  

It was hot.   Walking along  the laneway I was shaded and cooled by  a bank of tall poplar  trees.  Their smell  instantly transports me  back to a time when I was a little girl, spending  summers at the cottage.  The smell of the poplar tree’s sappy, sticky buds is unmistakable.   For me, it is similar to the smell of noxzema cream.  – it is the smell of summer.     I’m reminded of the cottage’s clothes line which was strung between two such trees.  This is where my bathing suit dried.  Spiders used to hide inside the fabric and you had to check carefully for any unwanted intruders before putting my bathing suit on.     The poplar  trees leaves russel  like paper in the wind. 

Funny how certain smells and sounds can take you back to such vivid memories.   It is nice to walk alone and think.

 

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In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.
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7 Responses to Quietly walking alone

  1. Rev. Marilyn says:

    You bring to mind my own memories of noxema on my sunburnt nose in the summer at the cottage and rustling leaves underfoot in the fall, walking along Deep Bay Road in Minden. Such precious memories. The heat reminds me of walking at the cottage, swatting at mosquitoes and deerflies, then the cool, refreshing feel of the water when we get back to the cottage and jumping off the dock into the clear, clean lake. Ahhhh! I can feel it now. Thanks for bringing back memories. The berries look like blackberries, or maybe huckleberries.

  2. Donna & John says:

    A very nice read overflowing with memories, thank you. I think your berry is a blackberry. I remember sometime long ago being on a Treasure Hunt down in Drumbo at my sisters (Woodstock area) and one of the things you had to bring back was a branch/berries from a blackberry bush – however we were unsuccessful in finding the bush.

  3. Jenn says:

    That is one huge blackberry

  4. It was a delicious feast! Thanks for commenting Jenn.

  5. Mary Elia says:

    We have an avenue of poplars planted some 20 years ago, so constant rustling going on, especially on a breezy day like this lovely one!

  6. Kim Keener says:

    Late to the party, but the berry above is not a blackberry but a mulberry. They start showing in late June, early July – and ripen throughout July. We have two trees in our backyard that are left from the farm field where our home was built; while my neighbors hate the mess they make – I will not cut them down. I call them our trees of life – the birds feed themselves and their young like crazy throughout the summer. So much happiness from such a simple annual event.

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