Some places are meant to be visited more than once. Because although they may seem the same in shapes, their surroundings may change from time to time. The first time we came to one place, we created some memories. Then when the second time came, to visit it once more, those memories might add or replace by the new ones. When I visited this historical place called OLD STURBRIDGE VILLAGE in 2002, in Massachusetts, with my family and a couple of friends, I never thought that I would visit it again three times. Back than, we had a lot of fun and since our children were still toddlers, the significant history and other interesting parts of this live museum, seemed didn’t matter much. We only saw the museum as a place to be, nothing more to it. It’s simply recreational. Years gone by, and my younger daughter who was 14 months-old back in 2002, was a 5th grader two years ago. She and her class planned a school trip to visit the same Old Sturbridge Village, and I was asked to chaperone them. I loved to go there again, to catch up what I missed the first time I came. This time, I joined the 5 students under my watch, to learn the same things they would learn about the stories and facts about the place and matters, and to create new memories.
When we visited Old Sturbridge Village, it was just 6 months after Hurricane Sandy wreak havoc in New England. The devastation was still present when we reached this outdoor museum. The damaged and uprooted trees were strewn about, toppled on top one another. It’s eery. That scene was a little bit different when I had another chance to chaperone, this time my youngest’ , just two weeks ago. New plants have emerged and the open space where there used to be some trees standing, were more lush with some brushes and baby trees. We were greeted by so many wildflowers that grow covering the meadows. The water was a little bit high from the big rain before and it reached parts of the dirt road. It was my third times visiting the place, and it felt like going back to a place I knew well. The three boys under my guide wandered here and there wondering about things that attracting them. They tried pumping an old water pump located in the middle of the village. It was hard and they had to be patient waiting for the water to come out. Oh, the joy they exclaimed when after a while the water sprouted out! As we took our journey further, I added another memory to the ones I’ve had before, especially since that day was my son’s birthday. He sure was a happy 10-year old all day.
The graveled space looks more like an appendix of the main road, rather than a real road. For sometimes, the space was used to accommodate several cars during some events like the school’s fun day two weeks ago. It’s a dead-end road with big bushes and trees that grow in some part, and in June some wildflowers thrive there and bloom beautifully. Among those wildflowers were phlox, in purple and light pink, also in the mix of them, light pink flowers with a touch of purple. They were the attraction on that unattractive space. Sprouting here and there, swaying to and fro when the warm breeze blew. The nuance of it was a reminder that sometimes, all we need is the simple touch of nature to create that wonderful feeling inside.
“To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.”
May begins with the blue sky and shimmering wind. It begins with the falling petals of magnolias and some cherry blossoms. May belongs to the tulips and the Kanzan blossoms. Like the pink paradise, the blossoms color May like there’s no other color in the world. Wild flowers sprouting here and there, near the fence, under the trees and decorating the side of the street. May is yellow, red, orange, pink and purple. May also belongs to a twelve-year old girl who was celebrating a happy and wonderful birthday when it finally arrives.
As the morning arrived, the sun arose and invited every creature to stir and move about. I took that chance to absorb everything, the fresh air, the sweet wind, the blue sky and some sunshine. I feasted my eyes with the new blooms while listening to the songs of Robins, Sparrows, Mockingbird, Cardinal and Bluejay. I thought I wouldn’t feel even a little bit down at this moment. The morning was so gorgeous and warm, bringing the pleasantness all around. But my mind has been racing with too much thoughts and some problems seem toppling on top of another. I just hope that when the Spring really starts showing of its attraction, my mind will calm down and I won’t feel depressed. Meanwhile, I’d enjoy what nature offered me this morning.
NARCISSUS – Daffodils
CHIONODOXA FORBESII – Glory of the Snow
During Fall, we’ve had some wild flowers blooming freely near our garage. I found out that they were wild Asters. They’re miniscule with color of light purple and pink in the center. Then, I wondered if I could use these flowers to decorate our dining table. So I collected them and put in a Mason jar. The result was a simple yet stunning country-style centerpiece. The scent from the wild Asters that was sweet and subtle, flourished in the dining room entertaining everyone.
THE WILD FLOWER’S SONG
As I wander’d the forest,
The green leaves among
I heard a wild flower
Singing a song.
I slept in the Earth
In the silent night,
I murmur’d my fears
And I felt delight.
In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But O! Met with scorn.
– William Blake –
I found out that in our backyard, we have some Commelina communis or Asiatic Dayflower. Those petite light-blue and almost purple-blue flowers have been a mystery to me. They gather in the corner of the backyard and by the time summer’s almost over, they show up with hundreds of flowers. It feels as if we have our own flower meadow.
This plant has been used by Chinese people for medication as anti-inflammatory, to treat sore throat and tonsilitis. Also, long ago in Japan, the plants were used as dye for woodcut and paper manufacturing, called Aigami or Boshigami. Asiatic Dayflowers are also good for copper mine spoil revegetation.
“Nature will out, and let herself be seen.”
(Boileau, Satires, XL, 43)
The guest of honor in our yard lately is some Spiderwort flowers. When morning greeted the day, the blooms stood out between some shrubs, though their beauty was only persisted a while. So blue and so purple. It seems the flowers color scheme are still undetermined. Til then, I don’t really mind admiring these bluish-purple Trandescantia Virginiana.
THERE is a flower that bees prefer,
And butterflies desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The humming-bird aspire.