This is a gate that we drove by some 4, 5 years ago. I’ve never forgotten it, and I have hunted through my files to find it. Never could locate it. Today, Facebook sent me a..do you remember this.. message, it wasn’t this gate, but a location close by, in that time and space.
I had seen this rock and was smitten. I was sure I’d never see it again, but here it is. Good ole’ Facebook. There is something about rocks that appeals to me. Any size will do, if it speaks to me, that’s it, I have to stop and take a closer look.
When putting together a Chinese garden, (and Japanese) rocks are very symbolic. Just seeing these pictures again, take me back to that fall day. I can hear the crispness of the leaves under foot, and smell that delicious scent of musky foliage and the moist evergreens getting ready for the winter season, Even the sky is a different hue of blue.
The earth and moss blend together, leaving the faint scent of the cooling breeze, I can’t help it, I bend closer for another look.
The center leaves are fluffy with a soft baby down, or fuzz on a peach. I can almost see the first velvet touch of frost that will soon come to tenderly lie in the opening at its core. I am energized with the beauty of it all.
The gate was so haunting, it has never been forgotten… and now.. seeing it again, the memories of that time are just like new. A rerun of my very own special “movie”
Today at church we talked about putting “makoto” in all we do.. (sincerity) (being present, in the moment) that is so true, when we are really present, our memory is etched in such a way, that we get to enjoy it again.
Thank you for sharing these moment with me. We were in the area of Prince Edward County, we had taken a wine tasting route, totally not something we would ordinarily do.. and look what we found. No, not wine, deliciously delightful, slices of Mother Nature.
Oyashikiri
does anyone know exactly where this fence is?
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