The property includes the original farmhouse, the garden, a smokehouse, acres of hardwood forest, three creeks, and Walney Pond. Usually I drop the kids and head for a coffee shop to write for a few hours.
But on the last day of camp, the heat dipped below 95°, making it seem balmy instead of stifling. So while the children walked in the creek and planted flowers in the butterfly garden, I found my camera and headed for the farmhouse.
But I quickly got distracted by the colonial-era kitchen garden. Fenced and gated to keep out deer, the simple garden layout included corn, pumpkins, root veggies like carrots and potatoes, a variety of squashes, and herbs growing wild.
I also caught a few volunteer flowers hiding from the volunteer weeders (including my own children).
As I wandered through the garden, the buzzing got louder and louder. At first I thought it was the drone of cicadas hiding in the trees, but then I noticed the bees.
Lots and lots of bees.
The marsh, besides being private and peaceful, offers a multitude of native aquatic plants and flowers that attract local wildlife experts and artists,
bird boxes for tiny songbirds seeking solace and safety,
colorful flowers for the butterflies,
even a home to a tiny ant.
And, of course, there were more bees. (They must have heard me coming!)
As I rounded the pond, I heard laughter coming down the path with cries of "Tag! you're it!"
And I knew it was time to leave. Another nature camp over, with stories of S'mores, snakes, and bugs. But there was one more thing to do--one more summer tradition that the children begged me for.
A tradition I was happy to oblige!
Before summer ends, I hope you find your own special place of solace, quiet, and peace.