I took a walk the other afternoon….There are still three or four posts that could be extracted from those hundred and forty minutes of in-the-moment meandering. But for now let’s take a look at a few of the close-up moments from that stroll. At very start, next to the young pear tree in the yard, three winter aconites have emerged. They start in almost as soon as the snowdrops, and are just as welcome a sight.
A half mile later, poking around in that burn pile got me a close-up with a distant view of fields, and of suppertime for the cows. A friend of mine will sometimes call them cowwows. I don’t know why. I’ll have to ask him the next time I see him.
Down the hill from the chomping kine is a funny little barn, architecturally odd enough that were it on some English estate it would be called a “whimsy”. Maybe someday I’ll ask the owners how it came to be. In the meantime, some of the plywood roof sheathing under the porch has deteriorated in an interesting manner.
Farther along, I looked at the ground, and an antler gave itself to me.
At the shore of the Great Pond, hauled up small craft are in various states of repair and disrepair, attention and inattention. Barnacles grow profusely when given a chance. They’re not easy to remove. One of the things that caught my eye was the mix of materials…on the aluminum metal of the boat are stony barnacles decorated with fallen vegetal matter — twigs, acorn caps, and lichens.
Fifty feet from the aluminum skiff was an old fiberglass sailing dinghy, with a bottom that was a rich mix of colors and textures.
How could you not love a bottom like that?