Evergreens Reflected in Pool, Society Hill, Lawrenceville NJ
NJWILDBEAUTY readers know that I moved to Lawrenceville in April of 2014. For awhile, I lived in both places, but finally totally here. You might not believe that I did not know that Society Hill had a swimming pool. It took me awhile not only to discover this, including the fact that it is salt water. But also to be free enough of moving tasks, helped by many splendid friends, finally, literally, to put toes into that healing water.
Administration Building — Pool HIdden Behind This
After that delightful day, the pool became my refuge, –even immediately after work, not only on weekends. All tensions, any stiffness from time at the computer, even sadness, drained away. These images only begin to convey the magic of this unexpected gift.
Evergreens at Pool, ‘My End’…
Now the Society Hill Pool is by no means Wild New Jersey. However, on my very first leisurely afternoon with book there, I glanced up to see a great blue heron rowing majestically overhead, over my chair. Its shadow floated along my being. Talk about a blessing.
All summer, I was treated to frequent sail-by’s of vultures, my good-omen birds. So graceful, you can usually tell time by them — rising with thermals around ten a.m. As turkey vultures tip/fly, both sunlight and wing direction reveal silver highlights. I am always delighted by vultures.
As autumn approached, other majestic birds or flocks of migrant creatures soared overhead. Most of the time, I was alerted by shadows on the page.
MIgrant Flight by Brenda Jones — Common Mergansers (not at the pool)
Soon, I would meet friends at the pool, each with our books, all normally entirely too tense, unaccustomed to lounging. We worked on lounging! Coursing from one end to the other left all of the cares of the world behind. Using my replaced hip so effortlessly never ceased to astound.
The water was always the right temperature, refreshing, its saltiness keeping us buoyant in body, mind and spirit. There was no chlorine stench, nor that powdery chemical residue I always felt upon emerging from our pool on Braeburn Drive.
The water is almost as silky as Pine Barrens peat-water, but this doesn’t (temporarily) tint legs orange, as at Whitesbog or Lake Oswego.
It’s quiet at the pool. Sun rises and sets behind tall evergreens. It’s not exactly fragrant there, but the air smells extraordinarily fresh.
A miracle. Hard to remember, now, with the greensward outside coated again by ‘Royal Icing’, otherwise known as snowfall.
And the rhododendrons clenched.
However, days are subtly lengthening. Spring always returns. And I will be able, anew, to read timelessly by the salt pool.
Meanwhile, indoors, spring’s geranium is budding: