One of my walking trails takes me to a heritage village built on the southern outskirts of our city.
The tiny village is aptly named, “Wee Burn” (a play on words for our city of Weyburn).
The village has two streets with gravel roads, plank sidewalks, and many historical homes, businesses, and services. There’s also a church, a one room school, and a Northwest Mounted Police station.
There’s a cobblestone path that winds through a quiet meditation spot named “Joan’s Garden” complete with benches at the centre, and old favourite annual and perennial flowers. The garden is named for a woman who, along with her daughter, volunteers her time to plant and tend to all of the flowers throughout the village.
My favourites of these old fashioned flowers are the hollyhocks because they bring back many fond childhood memories of summers outdoors at my friend’s home. The border along the back of their brick house was lined with these tall, showy perennials.
In keeping with the theme of days gone by, I chose black and white rendering for my feature photo. The hollyhock begged to remain dressed in her vibrant ruby red.
“We grow up but we never grow old because we are tied to the beautiful memories of our past, especially our childhood.
Never lose the child in you…”Verliza Gajeles