There are very few wildflowers growing here, because of all the clearing of native vegetation over 20 years ago by the original owners-just as garage guy doesn’t live here all the time, this was just a summer place for them, so nothing was taken care of-now the soil is bare of anything but the native grass that, thankfully has taken root, or all of the dirt would have washed into the river long ago.
The native trees up here by the buildings are doing great-but the non-native ones planted in back near the riverbank are long dead, standing there like a testament to the stupidity of planting what grows up north here-most are fruit trees, too-one of the pear trees still has one branch living, and it had white blossoms last month, it was pretty in a sad way.
This whole place is sad, brooding and forlorn-Ms. garage guy says haunted, and I’m sure she is right-especially the path to the rock seats and steps to the river bank-I won’t go down there after dusk, though spooks don’t usually bother me-and yes, the original owner did die here, under a cloud of salacious scandal that I do remember hearing about at least 25 years ago-but that is another story for another fire...
Love your stories!!
You paint an eerie picture.