Hello you big beautiful blogosphere. This is my first post. Coming to you from small town, Virginia. I'm so happy to be here. A baby blogger. A virgin darting around the water's edge. Or is it the cutting edge? It's where i want to be.
Life is good here in the ancient blue mountains. Spring is coming on slowly and sweetly. Daffodils dancing in the whistling March winds. Dainty pink and purple miniature flowers in the woods. Frothy forsythia showing its happy yellow face. I am getting out on the sunny days. Today was sort of sunny. So I went out for a little while. I wanted to stay in my pajamas but i didn't want the neighbors to think I was still in my pajamas. So I replaced the bottom of my pjs with fluffy black sweatpants covered with Kush kitty fur.
And I left on my pj top. Over which went the soft blue cardigan I knit. My first knitted cardigan ever! And I love that word "cardigan." So British. My Mum's from England, and, though she left her birthcountry seeking more exciting landscapes, I, her eldest daughter admit to being a bit of an anglophile. The most popular i've ever been in my life was when i was eight years old and I had just returned from a year in England. I now sported the cutest English accent you've ever heard. The girls in my school (who didn't want much to do with me the year before) were now inviting me to their homes to speak the Queen's English to their mothers. I made them look (sound?) good.
The blue cardigan has chunky ivory buttons made for me by my sweet partner Chris Deerheart (the name came to him during a vision quest). The buttons were made from the antler of a deer he'd hunted last year in a friend's woods. Over the cardigan, I put a blue-green fuzzy jacket and my leather hat. The picture of me was taken in the autumn at the summit of our famous Buffalo Mountain, the biggest rock pile in the county at around 3,000 feet.
So I took a little walk today on the road and dreamed of someday soon living on land that i own in this fair county with my partner and friends. Land where i can walk for miles and miles without hearing a car or seeing asphalt. Quiet woods and rolling meadows. Sweetwater creeks and springs. Wide lazy sunsets over green hills.
As i clomped down the road in my sqeaky white leather sneakers (hand-me-downs from Mum), I enjoyed the feeling of the cool air on my face. When the winds grew a little too strong for me, I headed back to my wood-warmed house.
Alina,
kudos on your wonderful blogsite. The writing is wonderful. have you ever tried your hand at professional writing? I think you should!
PS, I like your photographs as well.
Posted by: Jerry Schrader | April 03, 2006 at 08:26 AM