Monday, August 20, 2012

Visiting Ginty's Pond

August 19th, 2012

Sunday morning, and before the sun gets too high in the sky and the temperature rises into the thirties, Charles and I load up the camera and head down the road towards Cawston where we plan to twirl around the orchards and the vineyards on the Upper Bench, and visit the cool waters of Ginty's Pond.

The pond stretches from just behind main street to the left and to the right making an undulating U through the farm lands and down to the Similkameen River.

We take the back road off the highway and drive parallel to it until we come to the right turn that leads us down to Kobau Park where we are delighted with the many improvements that continue to be added by vibrant young people in the community.  The area along the river was cleared of brush and established as a Park by Lower Similkameen Valley residents and the Centennial Committee to honour the 100th anniversary of British Columbia becoming a province.

Charles was Chair of this Committee which accounts for his continued interest and satisfaction that it is such a vital part of the community of Cawston.

I digress.  On to Ginty's Pond.

And I will resist the temptation to write about Ginty (Arthur Hamilton Cawston)
or we will never get to see the ducks in his Pond!

or the beautiful reflections in the upper waters

The waters wend their way south westerly, following a culvert under the road. flowing 
through bullrushes and purple loose strife

We take the road that turns across the bottom of the pond, where the waters
are clogged with bull rushes and algae and never a turtle, a redwinged blackbird, a duck, a goose,
or even a raccoon do we see.  They could be there, - just not visible through
the tremendous growth.

The fields of August grasses looked summery and hot, hot, hot!

We saw some lovely sunflowers

and some Goldenrod down by the creek

We stopped at the house on the hill for some things that needed to come
and live with us in town for a while....

It was getting towards lunchtime, and by the time we got home I was beside myself with heat,
being one of the genre that someone in the factory forgot to equip with sweat glands.....

I'm not sure what "being beside oneself " means, but I know how it feels.  I
must go and look it up!!

Nevertheless, it was a lovely morning and my spirit rejoiced in God's handiwork....


The Weaver of Grass said...

I was going to say that there is something cooling about sitting by water on a very hot day Hildred, but it doesn't seem to have had that effect on you.

Barb said...

So green and full of blooms and water fowl. Thanks for the ride!

The Artful Diva said...

Oh boy - what a great place to while a way on a Sunday - awesome photos!