A New World by Tunnel

Today we thought we would go for a morning adventure since the day was calling to be a sizzler.
With no destination in mind, we ended up at where the creek down our road flows under the road. Dropping our bikes in the tall grasses, we wandered down to the beckoning creek. The water level had gone down significantly since spring and was no longer muscling its way into the culvert opening. So I appealed to the kids pleas and we stepped down, stick in hand, into the dark cobweb filled tunnel. That lead us into the secret world of…

the Amazon!

Or at least it felt like it.

The water gushed out of the pipe making a waterfall that poured into a little pool.

Small tree branches hung over the pool and large rocks held in its edges.

We immediately saw potential and although fully clothed- started pulling up rocks from the bottom and adding them to to lip of the pool to get it deeper.

The sun hadn’t fought its way to the middle of the sky yet and so mosquitoes found us in the shade. As excited explorers to a new land, it was a hard call, but a decision was made to return in the heat of the day. (We had 41*c today and we live up in Northern BC! Apparently a record for our town!)

We excitedly returned with a floaty in hand and we’re exceedingly pleased the water could push you through the tunnel- our very own tube slide!

We worked away at the boulders in our pool till it was mostly sand and small stones.

Although, sadly my youngest found a large sedimentary rock… with his leg. Once the bleeding stopped he was satisfied with his survival, abandoned the tears and went back to playing. And the team removed the large obtrusive rock.

I had brought a good book- but never got to it. Because it’s not every hot summers day that you find yourself transported though a tunnel into the wilds of the Amazon.

Wildflowers

It was sad a couple years ago when they logged behind our property. But I remember when the first spring came and all the destruction was buried beneath a blanket of wild flowers and lush grasses. It screamed hope. That God’s beauty cannot be tamed.

Well this year it’s grown up even more. And today, after pausing on the house work, and shooing the kids out the door, we discovered they were back!

Strawberries hid among the flowers. Thimble berry flowers stretched for the sun promising juicy fruits to come.

You know what’s even better than being given a bouquet of flowers? (Which is pretty awesome don’t get me wrong)

Walking THROUGH a bouquet of flowers.

Being IN them.

I could cry just thinking of that feeling. Being surrounded by so many beautiful things!

The arrangements change every few feet so it’s hard to tire of their carefree beauty.

Elise tried to pick one of every kind on our walk. The boys even got excited hunting down ones she might have missed.

When they would call out “do you have this white one?”

She would look down at her blossoming handful painted with stokes of whites and say “which white one?! There are so many different kinds!”

We even found a little lady bug- who rode the bouncing bouquet like a rumbling chariot. And sadly took his leave a few stops before the destination of my garden.

I forgot all about my blasted cottonwood allergies and grew excited about my new freedom from pollen- thanks to local honey. I waded through a cosmos of flowers and let Elise know her bouquet could go “inside” when we get home.

I even sang a little song as we strolled along. About my daughter, the flower maiden, being called by the wildflowers irresistible beauty with itching fingers. But although I sung it over and over- for the life of me I can’t remember the little verses.

Sometimes moments have songs. I suppose that was one of them.

Manicured beauty draws my attention- but wild natures raw beauty leaves me in raptures.

I love how God didn’t choose one kind of wild flower to paint the fallen forest with. Or even a few. But seemingly endless amounts. He’s really quite the florist! What he does with those weeds? Ummmm hmmm. He good.

And so if the great florist spends such thought on little weeds- don’t you think he spends a great deal more on you?

It’s true.

I often feel like when life piles up, or gets all crazy like my fridge art (I got four artists)- being in nature’s where I feel like what matters surfaces. And I feel gratitude eek out of me.

I love that old saying, “stop and smell the roses”.

Today just happened to be wild ones.