The fairies are dancing in the field
My mom always used to say: -The fairies are dancing in the field, back then when we were driving towards the summer house and passed the fields with the large pines surrounding them. There and then we used to see them late in the evening and during those endless summer nights. Here I see them while I’m drinking a small cup of coffee in the morning. When I get to the car to drive to work I can see them across the road. On my days off I can walk over there and see them up close, and greet the morning.
Here I am able to watch as nature prepares itself for yet another day. It’s as if you have the front row seat to a show that’s just about to start. I see a deer staring at me before he runs towards the forest. Right there he stops, he hesitates and he look to the right as if he is listening. There are wild animals around here, coyotes, black bears and bobcats. I just saw some scat, from a coyote or maybe the bobcat, I am pretty sure I saw some bear scat too, fresh. Is that what the deer is hesitating about? Within a couple of seconds he is long gone into the forest and I am left alone hesitating myself. I always do that when animals seem frightened by something else, other than me.
A mama black bear has been spotted right here with two cubs, right where my favorite creek is. I still go there, and early in the morning I always think that now, right now I’m gonna run in to her. But it never happens and it probably never will. But you still walk around ready for just about everything and anything.
By the bridge I see two beavers, and so many birds, birds I don’t know the name of yet. The first time we went here we saw a great blue heron, two beavers, a muskrat, a large and probably pretty old snapping turtle, and later that week we saw a snake swimming in the creek. I have never seen a snake swim in a creek before.
It’s something magical about this spot, I don’t know exactly what makes it so special. Maybe the fact that you never know what you will see here? Either way, this is the reason we moved here. The ability to walk out the front door and into this. Into the wild, and never know what will appear around the corner.
