Blue Reflections but not what you think
Nestled snugly across the street from a body of water that straddles the line between a pond and a lake, my house provides gorgeous views of nature's embrace. Despite its official designation as a pond, I often find myself referring to it as a lake, a testament to its grandeur and the majesty it bestows upon our surroundings.
On a mainly cloudy and overcast Saturday morning, I embarked on a journey from my driveway, setting my sights on the day ahead. As I cast a glance towards the pond, a curious sight greeted me - swathes of brilliant blue dancing upon its surface, seemingly at odds with the gloomy forecast overhead. It was a puzzle begging to be solved, a riddle of nature's making.
Intrigued, I found myself pondering the source of this unexpected burst of color. Casting my gaze skyward, I beheld a canvas dominated by thick, grey clouds punctuated by fleeting patches of blue. Yet, in the pond's reflection, the azure expanse stretched far and wide, painting a picture of serenity and optimism.
Recollections of an old adage spoken by Duncan, a sage in his own right, flitted through my mind. "There’s enough blue for a pair of Dutchman’s breeches," he would say on such days. It was a reminder to see the world through a different lens, embrace the unexpected, and find joy in the simplest of moments. It’s flipping life on its end, coming in through the front door instead of the basement door, seeing the glass as half-full instead of half-empty, and choosing to find the good in someone instead of the bad and ugly.
Buoyed by this empowering perspective, I embarked on my journey, my destination the botanical garden I talked about yesterday. The garden sits up on Tower Hill overlooking the Wachusett Water Reservoir. Along the way, the sight of fences punctuated my travels, each one a witness to human ingenuity and the myriad purposes they served.
From weathered remnants of old farm fencing adorned with rusted barbed wire to meticulously crafted privacy fences guarding suburban sanctuaries, each structure spoke volumes about the intentions of its creators. Dogs, horses, goats, and sheep - all found refuge behind these barriers, while others served as guardians of privacy, safety, and security.
As I continued my journey, the diversity of fences served as a poignant reminder of the multiplicity of human endeavors, each reflecting our desires, needs, and aspirations. Indeed, in the tapestry of life, fences are but threads, weaving together the fabric of our shared existence. And so, with each passing fence, I found myself not only traversing physical boundaries but also exploring the depths of human imagination and endeavor.
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My warmest regards
Debbie Page
CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (Uh, that’d be thirteen-point-one decades owned and run by our family!)