A Yard For All Seasons

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to  begin with”
L. Frank Baum
“The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”

When I was still “gainfully” employed, I had to travel on occasion.  At first it was exciting, not to be tied to a desk in a fixed environment every day.  But, as time wore on, the shine wore off and it became another business obligation.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.  Some trips were better then others and, of course, the destination had a lot to do with that.  But regardless of place or purpose, there was always one constant.  The joy of coming home.

There was always that pull back to my roots, as shallow as they were, given my frequent transfers.  There was an exhilaration about exiting a plane and walking through a sparsely occupied airport in the middle of the night, knowing that soon this overwhelming feeling of isolation would be ending.   Knowing that home would be exactly the same as it was when I left a few days ago. It was my anchor.  Driving through the darkened streets toward that source of belonging  was always the same.

We don’t have a fine house, but it suits us.  We are comfortable.IMG_0167 It sits on a wooded lot with just enough of a yard to allow us to enjoy some gardens and a green (well, mostly) lawn.  It is peaceful here, and can be enjoyed from most any direction.

Much of the time, I don’t give it any thought, other then when it needs to be mowed or weeded.  But when I do, I realize how perfect it is.  In the fall as the leaves flee the trees, I am treated to a greater view of the woods, peeking between the barren limbs at a landscape prepared by nature, not easily seen in the summer.  Colors change and shapes emerge, to be admired until a new season is introduced.  Winter spreads it’s coat of Gesso smoothly, removing any hint of terrain, subduing the natural boundaries between yards.  I do not visit my back yard in the winter, save to plow paths to the woodpiles.  But on frigid mornings it is not unusual to discover that we had been visited by deer and rabbits during the night, carving irregular patterns in the snow.

When spring arrives and the white sheets are thrown back to again reveal the waking shrubbery, I watch the buds return to the trees and the IMG_0175dormant gardens begin to flex their muscles, yawning and stretching, while bathing in the freshly warmed sun.  As spring progresses, the lushness of the yard returns in a celebration of life, daring you to ignore it.

It is always there, this performance revealed in four acts, and the price of admission requires nothing more then my  attention.  So I have found it, it would seem.  My hearts desire.  Right here in my own back yard.

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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10 Responses to A Yard For All Seasons

  1. quiall says:

    There is no greater love than to find contentment within one’s self.

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  2. beautifully reflective piece – I traveled the world over many times on business – you perfectly captured the sense of coming home

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  3. oldmainer says:

    If you haven’t lived it, you cannot appreciate how precious hearth and home become when you are isolated from them.

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  4. Edwin Best says:

    You’re a lucky man but what’s more is you’ve made others realize they are lucky too.- a deeply engaging piece of quiet, meditative prose..Strangely, when I worked from home for a while, “coming home” is something I really missed so i used to go for a walk to replicate it – a lot of poetry came to me that way. Loved this piece, oldmainer.

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    • oldmainer says:

      I am lucky indeed. The peace and serenity that can be found outside our back door. But to your point, the best part of leaving is it gives you a chance to come back home.

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      • Edwin Best says:

        Agreed – there is no feeling quite like opening that front door and leaving the busy world behind.

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  5. A beautiful piece Bob, it touches the very heart with it’s need of home and serenity.

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