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Bellezza has mentioned the Grand Canyon in a couple of recent posts on her blog. I was there with my family a bit over a year ago, as part of an extended trip through the American Southwest, and I checked out some of the photographs I had taken to jog my memory of the visit. One of my favourite photos is shown above.
The wonders of nature amaze me. There is a lot to be amazed by, at the Grand Canyon. Like every other visitor to the site, I was awed by the rugged splendour and the incredible scale of the canyon.
Sometimes, we travel thousands of miles to see some notable place or attraction somewhere else, but neglect to explore our own backyards. There is often a lot to see and explore wherever we might happen to live. Sometimes, we aren't even really aware of what surrounds us, until we research local attractions so we can entertain visitors from elsewhere.
Occasionally, there are things of interest right in our own, literal, back yard. When I was about seventeen years old, living in St. Catharines, Ontario, my mother called me outside one summer day and showed me an inverted flower pot that she had found buried in the back yard. I can't remember why she had been digging in that area of the yard, but the pot caught her interest. It was perfectly placed, upside down, and it appeared to her to have been put there as a marker of some sort. She asked me if I would be interested in continuing to dig, to see if something might be buried further down.
I had nothing better to do, so I took on the challenge. I started digging. My mother watched. About eight inches down, immediately under the first flower pot, was another, also inverted. I dug further and another pot appeared. Then another and another. Soon, I had dug so deep that I had to widen the hole so I could stand in it, to keep on digging. The pile of dirt beside the hole grew larger and larger. I had dug down about six feet or more when my father arrived. He didn't share the sense of curiosity and adventure my mother and I had, and told me to fill in the hole. I argued that there might be something really interesting further down, when the inverted pots would eventually come to an end. He countered that whoever had 'planted' the pots had likely simply planned to make fools of someone someday, and my mother and I were behaving accordingly. We were on a fool's errand.
I filled in the hole. I was disappointed. I would have preferred to keep digging. To this day, I wonder what might have been at the bottom of the stack of inverted flower pots. It might indeed have been someone's idea of a joke. But, so what? Judging by the age and condition of the pots, I suspected that the perpetrator would have been long dead by then, and in no position to laugh at me in person. Maybe, he or she would have a chuckle from beyond the grave somewhere. Hmmm. . . I just realized that this might have been a good Halloween post. Instead, it will have to serve as a 'there ain't nothin' wrong with doing something silly' post.
What I took away from that day and that experience was that sometimes it doesn't hurt to do something out of pure curiosity, just to see what will happen. What might have been at the bottom of the inverted pots? Perhaps a dead cat. Perhaps nothing. Maybe a time capsule of some kind, you know like a glass jar or tin filled with newspaper clippings, and other things of historical interest. Maybe some old coins. Who knows?
I will never know what I might have discovered. I am still digging though, at least in a figurative sense. I am still curious to see what is around the corner, what is going to happen tomorrow and, should I ever encounter an inverted stack of flower pots again, what will lie buried below.
I guess I am just a big kid at heart. Thank goodness for that!