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inside the covered bridge

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the Starkey Bridge over Long Creek

One of New Brunswick’s ‘claims to fame’ is its covered bridges.  A covered bridge is a bridge constructed with high sides and a roof, made to cope with winter snow loads.  The covered bridge was designed to be easier to cross in winter.  Also, these bridges don’t have to be shovelled free of snow after storms.

There are 60 covered bridges in New Brunswick, one less after the Mangrum Bridge, crossing the Becaguimec River, was destroyed by vandals earlier this month.  Communities really love their covered bridges and try to keep them safe by holding watches at Halloween and other times of the year.  It is a huge disappointment to anticipate driving across a covered bridge you have visited in the past, only to find it has been burnt and replaced with a metal Bailey Bridge.

Visiting covered bridges is a favourite pastime for many New Brunswickers. On a hot day, the bridges are cool inside and there are usually open ‘windows’ to encourage breezes and allow a view of the river. When a car drives through the bridge, the whole structure vibrates and the car tires make a deep-toned rumble.  The floor timbers in a covered bridge are pleasant to walk on and the rafters make interesting study for the carvings and writings people have left as mementos of their visits.

In 1992, my husband and son and I began a project to celebrate Canada’s 125thbirthday.  We intended to visit all the covered bridges in the province and make a record of the carvings and graffiti inside each bridge.

we promised to include the ‘Canada 125’ logo whenever we reported on our project, so here it is!

We explored many of the bridges, and made pencil rubbings of some of the more memorable carvings.  I particularly remember the girl’s name ‘Phoebe’ carved in elegant lettering in the Wheaton Bridge (bridge installed 1916) over the Tantramar River, and a carving of an old car and the date 1910 in the Maxwell Crossing Bridge over the Dennis Stream (bridge installed 1910).

some of the notations in our record for the Maxwell Crossing Bridge over the Dennis Stream

Other markings were also noteworthy.  Inside the Falls Brook Bridge at Nortondale over the Nackawic River were the following words in India ink:  ‘Ptarmigan Hunter Ray Brown May 12th 1896  Horse had bad leg”.   An expert birder in the area told me Ptarmigan have never been recorded in New Brunswick and this could be a valid record.

Another bit of graffiti I particularly liked were the words I AM THE WIND, printed in yellow in at least three of the bridges in Charlotte County, including the covered bridge on Stillwater Road over the Digedeguash River.   This bridge is now gone and a Bailey Bridge was in its place the last time we visited.

 

 I am the wind

~

I am the wind

of the Digedeguash

shaped by valley walls

~

I  race trout

lift ferns

blow quick kisses

under the wings of butterflies

~

I am the wind

spoken in the beams

of the covered bridge

slipped into space

between

boards

I rattle the roof, the reeds

vibrate with my breath

~

I am the wind

from the County line

to the Passamaquoddy Bay

I race

~

refreshed by the waterfall, salted

by the rising tide

~

carve my name

on the boards, block

my name in yellow

chalk

~

I am the wind

~

Published as: ‘I am the Wind’, Spring 1995, The Cormorant XI (2)

(revised)

© Jane Tims

Smyth Bridge, crossing a small tributary of the South Oromocto River

Written by jane tims

September 5, 2011 at 7:47 am

holding on to our space

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We are in a competition for space.  A population of geckos has moved into our house.  They are everywhere:

on the wall…

under the cupboard in the kitchen…

on the post in our stairway…

climbing down our picture frames…

on the books in my study…

this little fellow came all the way from Barcelona in Spain
 
and even on the curtains.
 

 

holding on

~

flex knee

reach

determined to stick

~

one foot on wall

will the molecular bond

to adhere

~

reluctant release

of rear foot

now dedicated to

surface past

~

flex knee

reach

~

 

© Jane Tims 2011

Written by jane tims

September 4, 2011 at 7:49 am

landscape

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 landscape: inland scenery (Oxford dictionary)

When I see the beaches and headlands of coastal New Brunswick…

Saint Martins, New Brunswick

 or the flatland and grasses of the western Canadian prairie…

prairie in southern Saskatchewan.. a dust storm on a salt lake bed

… I know landscape influences my life. 

I also know my life has a landscape of its own, with hills and valleys, places to celebrate and places to hide, paths and roads moving ever forward.  When I take the time to be aware of my landscape, to notice the detail and understand nature, I experience the best life has to offer. 

 

landscape

~

a veil

draped across

bones of the earth

pointed tents

supported by forest

and the bent stems of grasses

soft settles in pockets 

lichens and mosses

~

beneath the veil

texture

the ways I follow

quick or crawl

hollows elevations

clear eyes

or sorrow

~

the only way to understand

form follows function follows form

is repeated observation

lay myself on the landscape

allow my bones to conform

feel its nuance

~

see a field of grasses

see also awns and panicles and glumes

~

© Jane Tims, 2011

the parts of a grass plant (from Roland and Smith, 1969, page 68)

Written by jane tims

September 3, 2011 at 6:50 am

under the haystack

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In our area, late summer is haymaking time.  During the past two weeks, almost every field has been at some stage of mowing, bailing, or gathering.  Farmers tried to bring their hay in before the August 28 tropical storm (Hurricane Irene), so most fields are now cut and cleared. 

Haymaking is a picturesque activity.  The cut hay is formed into parallel windrows in the fields, an artist’s lesson in perspective.  The cutting and bailing and drying of hay are all fascinating to watch. 

In the 1960s, at my grandfather’s farm, hay was gathered loose into a horse-drawn hay wagon and stored unbailed in the barn.  One summer, I was thrilled to be asked to help ‘tramp hay’.   As the fluffy hay was forked into the wagon, our work was to compress it by rolling and stomping and jumping.   

Haying methods have changed, of course.  Collecting loose hay is almost non-existent.  Even the smaller square bails are hard to find.  The most common are the cylindrical ‘round’ bails or the white plastic-wrapped silage bails. 

The round bails look like plump shredded wheat…

and the silage bails are giant marshmallows. 

At sunset, the shadows of the round bails make musical half notes on the fields.        

'half notes'

                                            

 

Summer Song

~

Sunbury County

sings in its sleep

            purple vetch

            hop clover

   bluegrass

at the roadside

~

hay in rows 

            a staff

            empty of song

   awaiting

round bails and their shadows

half notes for an oboe

~

honey bee

ditty in the pink and red-hipped

            old fashioned roses

            bid country roads

   enter the covered bridge

glimpses between planking

rock music on the water

tires drum on loose boards

~

deer look up

cattle low in the meadow

            owl to whitethroat  

                        counterpoint

            goldenrod pollens the air

rushes by the Rusagonis River

north and south

~

over Sunpoke

big moon crescendo

trembles of aspen

diminish

~

Published as: Spring 1995, “Summer Song”, The Cormorant XI (2)

(revised)

© Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

September 2, 2011 at 6:56 am

along the country road #6

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How are the giant statue of a Canada goose at WAWA, Ontario, and the roadside plant White Clover associated?  Read on…

the giant statue of a Canada goose at Wawa, Ontario

White Clover is a common perennial herb of fields, lawns and roadsides.  The plant is also called White Clover or, in French, trèfle blanc.  Flowers are borne in globular heads, pure white or tinged with pink.  The name Trifolium is from tres meaning three and folium meaning leaf.  Repens means creeping, a reference to the long, prostrate stems.

The leaves of clover are in threes, palmately compound, and are occasionally found in fours.  According to superstition, finding a four-leaved clover gives good luck to the finder.  In the 1960’s, my Dad found a five-leaved clover in the grassy field in front of the giant statue of the Canada goose at WAWA, Ontario.

the five-leaved clover my Dad found on the lawn in front of the Canada goose at Wawa almost 45 years ago

Dad pressed the leaves and covered them in a laminating film.  The pressed plant is still among my treasures.

the reverse side of the specimen of five-leaved clover, with my Dad’s printing

We returned in 2002 and searched, but the three-leaved variety was all we found.

we searched in 2002, but I think the lawn had been replaced

Clover is a useful plant.  It ‘fixes nitrogen’, meaning it takes nitrogen from the atmosphere and introduces it into the soil as it grows.  The flowers are a source of honey for bees, and I’ve tasted honey made from an infusion of clover flowers.  Dried leaves can be used for making tea.

Have you ever found a clover leaf with more than three leaflets?  Did it bring you luck?

 

White Clover

Trifolium repens L.

(Three Leaves and Wishes)

~

only to lie

sweet dreaming in the clover

to pull blossoms

from long stems

toss soft snowballs

at blue-bottle flies

~

bees to visit me

florets for nectar

hair splashed on the clover

scented sweet honey

~

to search three leaves for four

creeping across the lawn

to the roadside

to roll in the fields

of white clover

trèfle blanc

blushing

~

 

Warning:
1. never eat any plant if you are not absolutely certain of the identification;
2. never eat any plant if you have personal sensitivities, including allergies, to certain plants or their derivatives;
3. never eat any plant unless you have checked several sources to verify the edibility of the plant.
 

© Jane Tims   2005

Written by jane tims

September 1, 2011 at 8:32 am