A Parallel Universe

When last I wrote, hurricanes were blowing and I was in the eye of my own personal storm; trying to empty and clean a house at a frantic pace before the family that would move in, moved in. And in my little heart I was lamenting all that I would be giving up with this change of address: my nearby bog that is the basis for this blog, places to let the dog run without the confines of a leash, my flocks of birds, who although they were eating me out of house and home, seemed like extensions of my own family and, of course, the antics of the chipmunks who race across the deck to load and reload their cheek pouches with enough provisions to get them through several winters. Oh sigh, double sigh, I thought.

But OH, I do believe in God! And the way He closes a door and opens a window in your life to show you, “Look the sun shines here too!. I am thanking God for the kindness of my friend, for at her cottage in North Falmouth, life is even more beautiful! Or, at least, AS beautiful. Her cottage sits on a rise with a wall of windows looking over a wide pond, where the sun rises mistily each morning.
A lone swan makes half a heart with its arching neck and three Ospreys circle and dive for most of their “three squares” right in front of me. Something I can watch while hanging clothes on a line to dry. I could weep it is so wonderful and most times I do. I am an easy weeper!

And for the dog, that I thought might have to rankle under leash walks, a nearby place called Bourne Farm is equal in beauty to the usual Game Farm we frequent in Sandwich. Open fields overlooking a pond are cut in places and left to grow wild flowers in others. In the middle is a huge pumpkin patch and it is bordered by some 65 acres of woodland trails. I even found the trail that leads to a cranberry bog complete with Tarzan swing for the brave and young at heart. Incredible!

I shall take my Wild Women of Weds here as soon as I am back on the Cape. Even a “crime scene” is there to be explored. Peripherally it looked like a patch of dead grass, or maybe the knotted roots of a fallen tree, but with glasses on and close up, eh gad, it was an entire body; rib cage, skull, matted fur. I would have guessed coyote, the color the fur was blond brown, but some people I met walking said there had been a sick, rabid fox in the area and perhaps this is where it lay down to die. Hmm better use rubber gloves if I want to look closer. I need to see the skull, for it is easy to tell fox from coyote but I would have to unearth it from the matted fur. And I would have to BE there to do that. I am presently in Baltimore restocking my injured daughters fridge.

And that will be the rub. Here is this divine place, but I have so many other places I must be in the next few months, to say nothing of supposedly finding a home to live in in Texas that my time there will be in short spurts. But I will treasure every short spurt moment. You will surely get blogs about it, starting with just who or what the poor dearly departed turns out to be.

So a parallel universe existed all along on the Cape. Do you think there might be one in Texas too? A parched, scorched, parallel universe perhaps. We’ll see, right now it should be one zip code at a time Pat. One zip code at a time.