Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Feeling

Some days have a feeling.  Thursdays always have a feeling.  Stormy summer days have a feeling.  Yesterday had a feeling.  Yesterday felt like Spring. 

We'd heard of the Daffodil Day Flower Sale at Whipp's Garden, that we'd never noticed before, just down the road.  Quite excited to get our garden started, we were happy to explore this town garden.... which, as it turns out is actually a cemetery.
Some years ago, the garden clubs decided to restore this old graveyard (the newest headstone I found said deceased 1860), converting it into a garden sanctuary.
My heart was pleased by this; there's always flowers  next to these headstones, people are visiting  and remembering the names of the family that passed. 

And so, with each thought, each reminiscence,  yesterday's feeling swelled and grew.
It definitely felt like Spring, with the windows down and crisp breeze.
It definitely felt like Saturday, with the discoveries and sun and sprouts on my sandwich.
But it felt.... like more.

Like understanding.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Not a Lot to Say

Spring break is on its way (after tomorrow). 
I checked out last week.  In my mind I'm pedaling into the sun.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Its only Wednesday?

The past six days have been ... well.... bizarre!  I feel that I've been in some sort of creepy fun house, watching everyone run around and thinking.....

I can't wait to see this.... my favourite view.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Strolling in Naptown

Even though the itch to be someplace brand new has set in, I must admit, I love the East Coast.
Outside of Europe, I don't know that I've found or will find as enamoring of towns as these ones.
Each city is a quick drive away from the next one.  Sure, its overcrowded and overpriced, but the air of antiquity and genuine charm make up for the rest.
I love meandering through Annapolis' downtown district.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Friday, March 8, 2013

Tales from Adventure Past

This time of year always sparks cabin fever in teachers. (I'm sure in anyone, really).
Looking back through old photos of hiking/camping trips makes my heart yearn for warm Summer days by the lake.
 The ground will thaw soon, and I'll be waiting by the door with my boots and camera.


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Spring Snow

Its all a matter of perspective...
In the UP-  "Its been a mild winter, eh!"
(3 feet steady snow; drifts up to 14 feet)

Today in E.C.- "Shut down the town! Shut down the schools! Its a state of emergency!"
(First snow day of the year-- currently less than one inch of slush on the ground)

Me:  Not complaining and resisting the urge to yell, "Dis is barbeque weather,eh!"
  Is it wrong teachers get more excited for snow days than kids?
Painting some garden wares and sipping tea.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

"The Gypsy in My Soul"

There's a story my dad tells my sister and me about his grandmother spying him listening to the engine coming through the hollow.  As it goes, my young father was standing in the field listening wistfully to a train as its sound echoed off the boulders in the rolling hills, when his grandmother wandered over to where he was standing.  "You'll never be happy, honey," she said in her Appalachian drawl, "you've got the gypsy in your soul."

Though the three of us (my sister, my dad, myself) all giggle at this vote of discouragement, we all know it to be true.

And, we all know that I inherited high hips, a weak stomach, and this gypsy soul from him.
Luckily, I married a man who has the nomad spirit, too.  Even today, the guy and I were traveling back from our little outing with our dearest friends, when we succumbed to our wanderlust and turned off the GPS, hoping to "get lost.".  .
Sooner than we thought, we started to recognize the roads
Meandering through Shepherdstown and Martinsburg
(Blue White Cafe is in my top 10 hole in the wall diners, by the way)
Hiking through Harpers Ferry
The Panhandle of West Virginia is a sliver of Appalachia with a half dozen charmers within minutes from eachother

"Just one more hill, babe, lets see what's over that hill."

Friday, March 1, 2013

"In this Kingdom by the Sea"

I was the one sitting at the corner of the bar with three of my all-time dearest friends, enjoying the food, but enjoying the quirkiness more.
That more than slightly off beat and uncouth conversation you struck up with me was right on key with the dark romaticism and heavy draperied windows overlooking the the neighborhood goings on.
(Annabel Lee Tavern- random row house in Baltimore- delicious dinner)