Nothing remains...

[lynedd]

...and nothing has changed; everything has changed...This song makes me think of going back to my Grandmother's farm, and seeing how the land held its shape, but the orchard and spinney and garden and hay field, and the drainage ditch with the little bridge, and the chicken shed and the tool shed, and the bramble patches ...they were all gone. The

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[lovejunk]

I have such similar strong sense memories! It's hard being so emotionally tied to a geographic landscape so far away, especially when your whole family has moved. When we lived in Alberta I remember missing the coastal landscape with an actual heartache at times.

[lynedd]

Gran's farm was on 56th street, on the hill between Langley and Cloverdale.

I don't think I'll ever move back to the coast now, but I need very much to go back for a visit some time.

[eniastoa]

the table rock, that we picniced on every summer ...

Now you're making me nostalgic. In Northern Ontario, there are places where the sun shines on bare granite all day, but the outcropping is surrounded by forest far superior as a windbreak to hedgerows. The stone would be warm to sit on, sometimes almost hot. Nothing like that here.

[lynedd]

I think there's something imperative about the memories we form in our pre-teen years. It seems everyone I know who've moved regularly claims the location they lived in then as "home." I was born on the prairies, but the flatlands just don't have the same hold on my soul.

[battleaxe4real]

What an exquisite post. Thank you for sharing this; I'll surely be visiting my own nostalgic places in my dreams tonight...

[lynedd]

Thank you, my dear ">