2009

I have a crush….

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upon this house.

We first met on a walk I took on
Thanksgiving Day, after our lovely meal…..
down the road and up a little lane
near my husband’s parents’ home.

It was empty and so welcoming…
and surprising to me, for it felt removed from
the world, tho’ just steps away from the
rest of the neighborhood.

I visited it again last month when my mother
and I spent a few days in town while the
power was out at our house. While my mom napped,
I spent a precious twenty minutes
or so with my “brief but intense infatuation
with someone [something] , especially [something]
unattainable or inappropriate.”

We love our home in the countryside,
and are not looking to change it…but
we are troubled by our long drives to
everywhere and do talk about living close
to work and shops and the library someday.
But after almost twenty years with
only green fields and grey trees for neighbors,
I have not been able to imagine living
in town.

And then I discovered this place,
with water and woods
and quiet all around.

It is most probably unattainable
(tho’ I am ever open to possibility!) as
most crushes are, but it is not inappropriate
(as I remind my deario when he gets too
serious about my daydream)….and much
more satisfying than previous crushes on
Aragorn or Inspector Lynley.
Next, we will no doubt come across the
perfect little pied-a-terre, right above our
favorite coffee shop, for those days when the
six blocks or so we would have to walk into
town are simply too much
to contemplate!

"Never yet was a springtime…

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…when the buds forgot to bloom.”

Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

No matter how or when the Spring arrives, this
is always true…and, therefore, comforting.

We have been experiencing days of chill and wind, days
of warmth and gentle breezes, days of rain and mist…and
I am loving all of them and enjoying the constant
variety.


Do you see that deep yellow feather? It was amongst my presents
on my birthday morn, found by my husband as he and our sons
picked my birthday daffodils in the woods.

We believe it to be the tail feather of a Flicker.


I hope that everyone can find a token of Spring
to cheer the days ahead.

My days just ahead will be as variable as the
Spring weather, for tomorrow is my last show
(a very little one, in conjunction with the Festival
of the Book in Charlottesville), and my mom
is going to stay with one of her oldest and dearest
friends (so we shall each have a little time apart
for the first time in months), I have many orders
to fill (from the rummage sale and last online
orders) and then I will be re-acquainting
myself with the privileged state of being
mostly a home-maker (for a time!)….
busy-ness and ease…busyness and ease.


A gorgeous Spring to all!

(and a beautiful Autumn to Sarah and those
on the other side of the world)