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It was 1963 and I was seven. We had moved to the suburbs from the city as so many did but I was just a little over four then.
I swear I can remember walking down the street we would be moving to and looking at the few homes that were already up for buyers to pick from.
We went up to the house on the hill and it had a HUGE frog inside we wanted THAT HOUSE, me and my little brother.
Mom and Dad decided up by the busy road was not the house for us so we were going to live in the first house as you started down the dead-end road. It was a dirt road still with 4 homes ready for families and we got number ONE!
The woods behind the house were off-limits to a 4-year-old and a two-year old and Mom was going to have number 3 soon, so she could not run after us.
I guess I was about seven when I first ventured into those woods, behind our family home,. There a stream that ran alongside our property out in the forest. Mom took us three out to pick wild Blueberries. High bush type so she picked the most and we carried the containers. It was so beautiful out back I never wanted to go back to the house.
Mom still lives in that home and when we lost Dad eight years ago to Cancer, I found out that when he was not there I didn’t want to be either, just wasn’t the same but I did go back because Mom is there and I once again stepped back into those woods and began to cut back the growth on the other side of her fenced property. See they had fenced it off to keep us in. Scary things can happen to children in the woods all alone, though somehow we never quite believed them. Boy that huge forest I remember so fondly as a little girl is really just a silly half-acre but it used to be HUGE!
I remember a day so long ago , running back to the house with an armful of Lady Slippers for Mom, oh how I loved these blooms that loved the dark, damp wooded areas. She saw how pretty they were but insisted I should NEVER pick them again as I would be ARRESTED! They had a law for that, can you imagine being so young and loving the woods as I did and being told to be good. My poor Mom had her hands full!
So yes I love the country as it is truly a part of me. I never pick the flowers instead I grow so many in my yard as I can and capture all the wild ones with a camera.
I never wear shoes from spring to fall ( well unless I leave the yard) just like when I was seven boy did that make Mom mad, she said it made her look like a BAD MOM.. I say it made her look like a Mom who loved to see her kids happy and free to experience all the wonders of the world, well until I stepped on that bee!
So my home here in New England has a stream for one side of my property line too and tons of deep woods( over a couple hundred acres) with many wildflowers and insects , wildlife too.
The city is Grand don’t get me wrong. I spent 27 years driving a big rig through each of our nations cities. Eighty feet long and at times longer and did it like it was second nature to me but come the end of a trip or the end of a sixteen hour day it was back to the woods for me, as I have always adored nature it seems, well for the last 50 years to be certain.
Here is my piece of the forest , well this year maybe closer to a JUNGLE with all this rain