It’s always restorative to occasionally return to Springfield, my first home in Dominica.
After having spent several days “under the weather” in the midst of planning my overseas “relocation” to Canada, I felt that a day spent in a nature meditation would put me “back on track.” What better place to go than my beloved Springfield, an old estate where I lived and became familiar with the beauty of Dominica and its people in 1997 and 1998.
Nowadays, Springfield is actually a private international research and educational institution, called the Archbold Tropical Research and Education Center (ATREC). You can read more about it in an earlier article I wrote for Domnitjen Magazine by clicking here. I am fortunate to be well acquainted with its Managing Director, Nancy Osler, who is a longtime Canadian friend. On the day of my visit, there were no students or other researchers in-house, so I was able to freely roam the grounds for an afternoon and clear my mind of all things of immediate concern.
Although I had hiked part of the Fifi Road above the old estate with friend Jen about a year ago, I had never gone to its top viewpoint before. I was certainly in the mood for a moderate workout and the slightly overcast conditions allowed for a very comfortable amble on a groomed trail through the rainforest. As I strolled along, I admired the multitudinous shades of green, interspersed with colourful wild flowers and other tropical plants. It was fairly easy going, with only a couple of felled trees to climb over or under. As I looked into the distance, I observed obvious landslides and recent gullies that reminded me of Tropical Storm Erika’s wrath upon the Nature Island only six months earlier.
But in the forest, with background accompaniment of intermittent calls of warblers, finches, thrushes and parrots, I could feel my mind quieting down. In fact, I ceased to really think about anything at all, thanks to the distraction of the natural beauty that enveloped me on all sides. In this paradise-like setting, I was content to be “in the moment” – at least for the next hour or two.
After a gradual uphill climb of about half an hour, I reached a clearing which faced east
Prominent mountains such as Morne Anglais are part of the southerly view from Springfield esate.
and south of the Springfield property. I gasped – in amazement, not shortness of breath! Before me was the most mystical and magical scene: low clouds shrouded the mighty Morne Microtin, situated at the top of the Roseau Valley, as I looked in a south-central direction. As the skies cleared slightly, I also could see beyond this massif, as I looked further south. Morne Anglais prominently featured on the skyline, along with other mountains beyond her! And when I turned my head to look at the densely forested ridge to the
Peek-a-boo! I think that’s a peak of Morne Trois Pitons as seen in an easterly direction from the heights of Springfield Estate.
east of my vantage point, I observed a small section of a very high peak, which I guessed could only be Morne Trois Pitons, the dominant feature in the centre of the island. Forgive the cliché, but these “million dollar views” (as my brother Edwin would say about Dominica) were naturally breathtaking.
The mountain village of Cochrane, as seen from the top of Springfield Estate.
Morne Micotrin as seen from the heights of Springfield Estate.
I wandered around the small clearing for several minutes taking in the views from slightly different angles. Then I decided to let the scene soak in to my soul as I seated myself on an exposed tree root. It was impossible to think about anything troubling as I stared into the distance. Euphoria seemed to be overtaking me and I didn’t even want to think why. I just let it happen, as waves of tranquility washed over me.
When I had filled my mind (and camera) with plentiful images of the Nature Island at its
Heliconia plants thrive in the lush terrain at Springfield.
finest, I slowly wended my way back down this track. Where it ended, I eagerly clamoured up a few dozen concrete steps to an
Some of the inviting steps up to the Mount Joy area of Springfield Estate.
area known as Mount Joy. This was originally an independent estate but for many years has formed part of Springfield. That detail is also found in my earlier article about this estate, which you may refer to here. I did not linger long in this area, except to watch hummingbirds flit to and fro and admire the prolific heliconia plants and stately
coconut palms. I delighted in all the wildflowers along the way, such as these:
By this time, I had worked up an appetite, and as I was in close proximity to a popular eatery called Miranda’s
Good food is always found at Miranda’s Corner, on the Imperial Road just above Springfield.
Corner, I followed the trail to the main road and walked a short distance further uphill. Miranda is a woman who has a reputation for consistently good home-cooked Dominican-style food. And she always remembers me, even though I haven’t lived in the area for years. Although she was not there at that time, her welcoming daughter served me a deliciously seasoned meaty chicken leg and a huge serving of macaroni and cheese, accompanied by a small salad. Initially, I was afraid that I would waste some of the meal, as it was so large. But that was not to be the case…I think I even surprised Miranda’s daughter when I showed her the empty plate!
It’s a good thing it was a downhill stroll back to Springfield, as my stomach was more than full. By that time, it was mid-afternoon, and I was anxious to spend some quiet time at
Santi is the sweet resident cat at Springfield who is always up for a few pats and a close chat.
the grave site of my dearly departed kitty, Tia-pet. He died in 2014 and you can read about his amazing life and our Springfield
My dear Tia-pet rests in a beautiful natural setting that I adorn with flowers and rosemary whenever I visit Springfield.
connection here. I still miss him very much, as he was with me for 16 years. I like to pay tribute to my long-time companion by placing flowers on his resting place. But before I continued to that site, I spent a little time with a lovely cat named Santi, who is the resident mouse-catcher and attention-seeker at Springfield. She is very affectionate and I enjoyed a little down-time by benefiting from some pet therapy too.
“When angels are near, feathers appear.” I found this one not far from Tia-pet’s grave. For what it is worth, I was comforted by that notion!
After a little while, I descended to the area of the estate where Tia is buried. Whenever I am there, I always feel a tremendous sense of peace and calm. And this time, a little voice in my head encouraged me to go ahead with my relocation plans, while reassuring me that everything would work out fine. Wherever it came from, I don’t know, but in this heavenly location, I reaffirm my belief in angels!
From there, I continued along a track that leads to the Springfield River. It was all I could do to watch my step as I was constantly gazing around the forest as I visually absorbed copious shades of green!
Stately Royal Palms mark the location of the Springfield Estate.
Other types of palms are frequently found in this lush landscape.
When I arrived at the river bank, I gasped again – but this time it was in shock! Tropical Storm Erika had definitely made her presence known here, as the scene was completely different than what it had been for the past almost 20 years that I had visited this spot . Gone were the big boulders for sitting by the riverside, and the deep pools beside the track’s end had completely disappeared. I was able to walk across the now very shallow river in an area where it would have previously been impossible. I did not linger long, nor did I take a river bath, as for numerous reasons, it just didn’t feel right. When I return next time, I will take a ‘river walk’ in order to discover a new pool in a nearby location. There is no doubt that Mother Nature is in control. As well, climate change has left an indelible mark on the Nature Island!
Water once flowed freely in this section of the Springfield River below Springfield estate.
The same area AFTER T.S.Erika
The bathing pool below Springfield on the Springfield River BEFORE T.S. Erika.
However, I continued with my meditational reverie as I walked back up to the guest house section of the property. There, I met Managing Director and friend Nancy, who enthusiastically showed me her growing garden. As I looked at the thriving plants, I felt very thankful for Dominica’s fertile volcanic soil, and of course, Nancy’s green thumb!
Nancy’s garden is definitely thriving, thanks to her TLC and the fertile soil.
As the afternoon wore on, I felt tired but truly refreshed after having spent some time in this precious protected place and its pristene surroundings. In my mind, there is nothing more therapeutic than being closely connected to nature and its offerings.
Why don’t you try it, and tell me what you think, no matter where you live on the planet!
* Special thanks to Nancy for the opportunity to have some “downtime” at my favourite place on Dominica and for helping me identify the mountains and village in the photos.