I wandered up the College Drive a little bit further towards the first turn-off to the right. The reason for this is simple, I decided that I would make a secret garden in the park and what looked like a perfect location was a small field in behind the scrub at the end of the Cul-de-sac. I had looked up everything on Google Maps and Google Earth. So I see the road, and walk in towards the Cul-de-sac that I know is at the end of a houseless street (according to the maps); however, this road is no longer houseless, there are, I believe four houses there, three closer to College Drive, and one near to the little round about. Along this road is a fine selection of wild flowers that usually grow near woods, in the open areas.
I see these pretty blue flowers all over Nanaimo, along the roads and more wide open areas.
Broom is everywhere, and next time I'm remembering to poke a spare bag in my collector bag, so I can drag some home, dry it out and try my hands at making a besom style broom.
This little beauty was covered in purple flowers, and bees by the score were harvesting full throttle,how perfect I want an apiary in my secret garden, this would be ideal, so close and convenient.
This thistle too, gave me time to reflect on how wonderful this area would be.
'Well now! This is exciting!' I thought and became giddy with delight at how close to the Hedge (the forest wall that seperates the tame and lawful from the wild and unlawful) this was. I walked past the fancy and final house and my anticipation grew so much so that I could feel a big smile all across my face, only to be greeted by this:
Well I am a witch, a hedge-ryder, and a trouble maker extraordinaire. I will not be held back by lame signs that mean to keep me from my goal. I want a a secret garden and I will have one or know the reason why! I put on my grumpy Ember face and trudged along the poorly blocked path into the scrub area just in beyond the rocks. Ok, so no secret garden here, for there was downfall and roots standing on end, and big rock piles and no way to get past anything. In fact, it was dangerous in there. I knew that a new sub-division was going in not to far from the other end of those rocks, so there would be no privacy. Although my way was blocked and this site holds absolutely no promise for creating my garden aspirations, there are some prospects on the other side of the lake, so all is not lost. It is mid dayish and I don't do well in heat and sunlight. I'm very fair skinned, and can be burn within 15 minutes of exposure to the sun, so I wear large baggy clothes and a hat that covers me up and provides shade, but still has a tendency to cause overheating. I looked around my little lost area and in no time discovered a path that lead into a familiar part of the Park I'd been exploring. I quickly made for the path with little more than a hint of regret for the loss of future garden and headed into the woods, my favorite part of any walk.
Looks like I found the forest spirit. I want to come back and look at her, see where she's pointing, it looks like the other side of the lake, but I could be wrong. All in all it was an excellent and informative walk. I have lots of food for thought, now that my sleeping is back on track.
I finally got my partner to understand that I don't have to sleep with him when he works graveyards, but I can come and visit him, lay down until he falls asleep, do my chores, and return close to waking time and be there as he wakes up, then he doesn't miss me so much. It has been difficult for us, this graveyard shift, but we are starting to get the hang of it and devell,op a new rhythem for a happy and productive life.
A quick definition on chores is in order as well. I don't work, or at this point bring a penny into the house. My partner completely supports me; however, I cook and clean, this is my nature, I love a neat house, and he is a tidy man, so it's not a bother. He wants me to relax and enjoy my life, be as though retired. He wants me to take the time to work on my arts, my crafts, my magic and my cooking, reading, writing, all the things I wanted to do, but never had time to do when I was supporting my kids all on my own. He likes my art and he wants me to be the artist I was meant to be. He supports me financially, emotionally, spiritually and even promotes my work to others. Everything else aside, I am a lucky girl, to have someone like him and it's worth putting up with the shenanigans, guess that's what it means by unconditional love. <3