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Tuesday, February 17, 2004  

I have just a wee bit of time to get anything down today. Yesterday was beautifully blue and cold, with EndOfWinter light everywhere, especially driving home from Jen’s. It was about 5:30 and the sun still skimmed the edge of the horizon as I soared down 17 from Port Royal. Although I live in Tidewater (Upper Tidewater, I like to call it) Virginia, which is shorthand for; In A Very Flat Place, that doesn’t mean we don’t have our vistas. From the intersection of 17 and 301, our nation’s Almost Capitol, one must climb the banks of Pumensond Creek, the western boundary of Camden, the Platt home.

asside: That was mega name dropping, a la Old Virginia

Anyway, one does have to climb the river banks and from the height, just above the entrance to Camden, one can see several miles across rich fertile river flats to the Rappahannock River, and across to Westmoreland County - birthplace of presidents. That is always a gorgeous view, but what I love best about it is the long gentle slope down - for miles and miles, till you get to the turnoff to my place. The road goes along the back tier of river banks, the flats are never wider than 5 miles, so you’re treated to constant, teasing glimpses of prosperous farms and gorgeous tree fringed cliffs on the far side of the river. The slope actually goes all the way to town, but I turn off about half way. Driving home yesterday, as the sun’s final rays flung themselves across the landscape, all the magic of bare winter woodlands, swan speckled fields and glinting farmhouse windows, alive with the gold of sunset, flashing like beacons, rolled out before me. Along the river the geese were searching for just the right spot to bed down for the night. Thousands of them - flocks of 200 - for at least 20 miles, made thin black clouds against the still vivid blue sky.

The sharp angle of the sun reminded me that spring is coming - and soon, too. Spring is the busiest time there is, here in my country paradise. If I want the garden to be fit to walk in this summer, I will have to spend about 20 hours a week there, with hoe, rake, and clippers, throughout the month of March. If I don’t get the March work done, I’ll have double the work to do in April, and if I fail in those 2 months, the garden must be abandoned for the entire year. Mayflies show up about the time LD celebrates his birthday on May 12, with their wicked, welt raising bites and swarming songs. After that you really can’t do heavy gardening any more. A little clipping, some weeding, yes, but nothing in the nature of labor. So, if the charming, but invasive, plants own the garden in May, we must wait until the next time March visits, to reclaim it. I am sure Ceres smirks at me the entire summer when I am lazy in March.

The dyeing day with Jen was delicious. I had not dyed since September and was a little nervous to begin - I’d forgotten what to do. But she encouraged, assuring me I couldn’t really do it “wrong”. And it was fun to pull out winter colors - purples and pinks and blues - with one concession to spring colors of various shades of green - and make them bloom on wool and silk. Thank you thank you thank you, sweet Jen. I got home inspired and knit and spun and was productive all evening. Good thing too - because I have to dash now. Early morning meetings start my day and I chug along till 9 p.m. on Tuesdays. Tuesdays mean WW - and Knitting Classes. Whew!

posted by Bess | 7:10 AM