A prolific amount of lichen moss grows on this wooden fence surrounding an old cemetery in Bay of Islands, New Zealand. In a place so synonymous with death, it’s ironic that the fence seems alive.
Deep into ever-dimming light
where dampness dwells on the walls
of what seems a bottomless well,
sinks an old wooden bucket
attached by heavy rope
to a crank turned with ease
by his big strong hands.
Down, down in the murky shadows
the bucket magically fills
with water before he hauls it
out of the darkness and into the light.
The bucket arrives full of clean, clear water
glistening in the sun where the reflection
casts playful spots upon my face.
A ladle hangs, as it always does,
from a hook beside the crank
which he dutifully dips into the water.
Carefully, as though the contents were a prize,
he brings the tarnished ladle to my lips
for a sip of sparkling cold refreshment.
This is how I remember it… decades ago on Grandpa’s farm.
The garden awakens! Not much is as lovely as the colors of Spring!
Just the thought of “Freshly Caught Fairies” makes me smile! I’m sure it would make my granddaughter smile too, right up until the moment she discovered they really didn’t have any, then she would be devastated! But still, it’s a very clever sign – enticing you to stop and check out the offerings at this market vendor in the streets of Galway, Ireland.
Somewhere between “Rising” and “Setting”, the Sun got hung up in the trees!
My favorite place to be, especially this time of year, is the deck overlooking my back yard. For the next month, the saturation of colors will intensify almost daily until Spring gives way to a more consistent Summer green. It is my happy place again in the Fall when I watch the dense green trees turn orange and gold on their way to Winter gray. Yes, my favorite place to be is right outside my back door!