Sitting in our backyard in Boulder is so nice. We can hear the trees and the creek. Two fat squirrels are chasing each other through the overlapping trees that have not been trimmed in 30 years. The squirrels in Bolder are brown and fat. The mountain squirrels are lean and gray. We walk down the circle stone path and find a blackberry bush by a stone bench and sit, picking the sweet September blackberries.
This is our new home in Boulder. We had to leave the mountains and go to the city to find quiet. In Breckenridge we heard fire alarms, garbage trucks and food delivery trucks arriving for the downtown restaurants all day. For a town of 4,500 there were at least 4 alarms a day. Not to mention the tourists who alarm their cars in the parking lot accross from our old Breckenridge house.
Sitting here in our Boulder, the house energy is wonderful. We rented it from a couple who in their 60’s. They decided to take a contract teaching in Burma or the union of Myanma. He is an english professor, and she is a video producer, both on an adventure now that their two boys are in college.
This couple have lived in this house for 30 years, raised their kids in a one bedroom cottage. As the kids grew they added 2 tiny rooms, an extra bathroom but no closets. It feels like a small cottage in the city.
They built a shed that became the boys bong hut in their 20’s. When we looked at the house the bong hut had truck seats, and a Bob Marley wall hanging, and lots of butts in the ashtray.
Now we have painted it and converted it into our meditation room, a quiet sacred reflective space with a mosaic red lantern, and a tree of life bronze wall hanging and lots of cushions for sitting.
Looking around the garden I notice an orange wheelbarrow, and my mind flashes back to my first marriage, and our first house in 2005. I was thrilled to have a garden of my own. Owning a house was good, but a garden that I could invest in, and did not have to leave was priceless for me.
I spent most summer days in the garden. One day my husband arrived with a beautiful top of the line metal wheelbarrow in enamel blue, with gorgeous wood and blue enamel handles. I cried. He said it was the best one on the market. My heart and mind flash back to that moment sitting here in this garden in Boulder.
This house has a great mature garden that backs onto a creek. It has brambles and overgrown areas that remind me of my grandfathers garden in Eaglescliff – Northern England. We used to play hide and seek through the raspberries and rose bushes. When I grew up and went back to my grandfathers garden, it was so small, but it felt like a labyrinth of secret places. I can imagine a young couple moving to Boulder, him a young english teacher, her an aspiring filmaker, watching their young boys running around the back yard, playing hide and seek.
We can’t wait to bring our 3-year-old husky down from the mountain to this new house. She can hide in the shade of a tree, or chase the brown chubby squirrels through the underbrush. I am sitting at a square wooden table that is weathered and grey, and has four benches around it. I imagine great barbeques and good discussions at this table.
My heart is like the old weathered wood. A little worn, but plenty of life still left in it.
Cheers to Boulder!