Saturday, April 11, 2009
Grey Skies Smilin' At Me....
....nothin' but grey skies do I see...yet another day of rain here..and whereas I am fully appreciative of the fact that our fields, flowers and farms need this water (and in fact there has been so much rain, that according the weather news we are in the surplus column for rainfall after too long a time of drought) I still feel under the weather this day....probably several reasons for that...
A marvelous - and I do mean delicious and interesting - dinner party last evening at the home of Linda and David W....out at their gorgeous home on Holston Lake...this home is particularly gorgeous because David's hobby (he's so good at it, it's rather humble to call it a hobby),is woodwork, and home construction,etc. And what they have done to this already charmingly "seated" house on a hill overlooking verdant farm fields and gentle hills, is so perfect and warm and charmingly detailed, it was a pleasure to be there, from the moment we walked through the doors. It had begun a drenching downpour of springtime rains by the time we were on our way out there, and though it is also springtime warm, the evening had the feel of early Fall about it, and a blazing fire was there to greet us immediately on entering their stunning living room. And the rest of the long, well-fed evening took its cue from that evident warmth and glow.
A marvelous - and I do mean delicious and interesting - dinner party last evening at the home of Linda and David W....out at their gorgeous home on Holston Lake...this home is particularly gorgeous because David's hobby (he's so good at it, it's rather humble to call it a hobby),is woodwork, and home construction,etc. And what they have done to this already charmingly "seated" house on a hill overlooking verdant farm fields and gentle hills, is so perfect and warm and charmingly detailed, it was a pleasure to be there, from the moment we walked through the doors. It had begun a drenching downpour of springtime rains by the time we were on our way out there, and though it is also springtime warm, the evening had the feel of early Fall about it, and a blazing fire was there to greet us immediately on entering their stunning living room. And the rest of the long, well-fed evening took its cue from that evident warmth and glow.
Delicious wines -a variety of them - scrumptious foods (they do this hors-d'oeurvres of warm marinaded olives sprinkled with orange zest and rosemary...astonishingly tasty and intriguing to the tongue...and the beef bourginon was astonishingly , ravishingly delicious. And a great Port with dessert, which consisted of ripened pears, stilton cheeses and chocolate macaroons!
Yummy! Such a well-fed evening!
So I am probably feeling the depressive effects of all that delicious wine!
Because I do feel rather low today: the world looks sort of shabby and grey..and my thoughts are much the same shade of shab.
Can't help it....it happens. But right now I am sitting in the dark brown leather chair with Cyrano at my feet , and we are watching the Avian Cafe 's bluebird customers nibble away at the seed in the feeder. It's a gorgeous sight: the dark pink of the weeping cherry blossoms punctuated by the electric blue glide of a nibbling jay and the startling red shock of a hungry cardinal....and now the sun is shining! YAY! Perhaps it will shine Easter into existence tomorrow. What a nice tribute. Bluejays and cardinals, when perched in the cherry tree together make a glorious summation on behalf of Springtime. I sit and wait for such pictures to compose themselves. I pray it adjusts my attitude and spirit.
Every so often, what we humans endeavor to accomplish both eludes and discourages me. Because we so often so very far off the mark....off goal....mired in drudging exhausted plodding, with edges blurring and minds numbing. Yellow leather gloves, cheerful and unexpected, are what is needed. Something to awaken the tastebuds for life, to shock the sleeping brain awake to possibility. Possibility. That's what is lacking lately. Oh GOd, there's another bright red cardinal...with that cunning little black bandit's mask on his tiny beaked face....he's very happy eating from the perfectly hung copper birdfeeder!
I'm rambling....perfectly fitting, considering my mood.
Labels: Barter Musings, Springtime in Virginia
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