Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Where The Windmill Went



During my childhood, where the fruit stand is was called the "back country". There was a huge windmill that was a landmark along that road and it's been something of a mystery what ever became of it. On a recent trip to the fruit stand, with parking at a premium, we pulled around the back and the mystery was solved. There, lying on its side where it had long ago tumbled over, was the mighty windmill, with coastal wildflowers growing up between its now motionless blades.

5 comments:

High Desert Diva said...

There's just something sad about this...

The Weaver of Grass said...

I do like the idea of the wild flowers growing up between the old mill - it is staying as part of the countryside even though it has fallen over.

Sweet Repose said...

Always so sad to see the great beasts down on the ground...I've always wanted a working windmill in my yard for the garden. Industry and irrigation have lowered our water table drastically, so much so that my original well went dry...city wells are all just a half mile up the road from me, so they were forced to pay for hooking us up to the city water...mmmmm...fluoride and chlorine...!!!

Sweet Repose said...

Just a note on the buttons...my maternal grandfather was a back yard button maker, as were many back in the day...my paternal Granny sorted buttons all her life, we had many factories at the time and everyone's driveway and alleyway were covered in pearl button blanks...what great treasure shopping for intrepid hunters, the neighborhood gang!

Tracy said...

That is a sad sight...the broken, lost, forgotten is sad... :o( ((HUGS))