Monday, 4 October 2010
Yesterday I travelled to where I lived as a child. I´ve never been back there since my parents sold the house many years ago. I seldom go back there in my memories. I might occasionally think about my cat. And the greenhouse. The forest and how well I knew the paths, the trees, the hills, the fields, the lake.
I did no longer recognise the landscape. I must admit I was dissapointed of the neglect I found, even a little angry.
We walked down to the shore, where we used to swim as chldren. The shore was overgrown, it was only reed. The path was almost gone. Everything was overgrown. Wilderness had taken over.
The only beauty I found was two bullfinches playing in the silverwillows along the lake.
I´m still waiting to hear about the apartment. So no news yet unfortunately.
Above is an old photo I tinted and placed inside a jar filled with dried rosepetals. I´m going to drill holes in the lid, to enjoy the jar as potpourri.