Following the Creek
I was thinking of summers past and present, and remembered
a post from a couple of years ago about summer days in the 60s.
We had tons of fun in our unstructured, disorganized way.
One of the activities that kept us busy was following the
neighborhood creek to its end. But, as we discovered, it
had no end! Or none that was closer than miles and miles
from our neighborhood, I'm sure. But being 10 years old,
we actually thought if we set out to follow it, we would
eventually come to the end. Never mind tangled undergrowth
that was impossible to walk through, or that it might take us
until well past dinnertime or even into the next day!
Ending up hopelessly lost in unfamiliar territory?
Never entered our minds.
What were we hoping to see at the end?
Nothing in particular. Just the end of the creek,
and then we could move on to the next challenge.
But, as I said, we never made it to the end. Truth be told,
what we were calling the end was actually the beginning
(since we were walking upstream, sheesh) and the water probably
trickled out of a rock or an underground spring somewhere far away.
Too far to walk, but we didn't care about that!
When I was putting together this mixed media collage,
I thought of those summer days. I had no other purpose in mind
than putting together images that I liked. It's a bit messy,
but I don't think I'll clean it up. I'll leave it as-is, just like those
memories of our long ago summer days.
Wow, where did this come from?
This beauty popped open yesterday amid all of the
plain red and yellow lilies (as if any lily could be called 'plain').
If I planted this, it has never bloomed before.
And if I didn't plant it. . . who did?
I love lilies, and I try to enjoy them during the short time they
are blooming. Will have to give some extra time to this one!
Happy Paint Party Friday!
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Have a lovely weekend!