it's a really rainy day here, this monday: dark, wet jewels hanging from every tree branch within sight. i love it, love being inside the house with my chai latte, my lapsang souchong, my quiet and my lazy thoughts. actually, as i write this, i'm sitting in downtown sylva, my first visit to a lovely little cafe that is "underground" from street level, a place lit dimly with small table lamps and checkerboard floors and the most wonderful wooden and glass display cabinets along the one mirrored wall - this used to be a barbershop, and the young owner has turned it into a local place to come and eat, sip hot drinks, and - joy, of joys - hook up to the computer. do you know how happy i am to have discovered that i can bring my laptop and post with speed and grace?! how novel. how blissful. how ridiculous that it took me until today to get down here. so, on this rainy day, i loaded up my huge red cloth bag with computer and wallet and hopped into the car. and oh, my lord, the speed with which i can handle this entry today!!!!!
look into the raindrop hanging from the dogwood tree just beyond reach of my side porch. what do you see? other tree branches, held captive within that tiny, tiny world. it makes me wonder what little things go on inside that world, that we'll never know or see. but i'm sharing it with you, here, today, up close so you can see how nice it is to be inside from this rain, yet how lovely it is to hold out my camera and capture such beauty for everyone to see. please know it, then, with me.
i love trees. love everything about them. have become obsessed lately with how beautiful their bare branches look against the winter skies, flanked against the dark brown ground of the mountain across the way.
this is the first view that greets my day, these branches through a window screen that is directly above my head as i lie in bed. today, as you can see, the weather is dark, some would even say dreary. not me. below is what they looked like yesterday, before the clouds set in.
tree branches. i love them. so much so that they are beginning to show up in my jewelry with more and more frequency. yesterday as the day draped its quiet self around me, i feverishly began a necklace piece that is yet another homage to the beautiful nakedness of these winter trees, framed by a vintage mother of pearl buckle from canada, sandwiched between mica and some lovely words of robert frost hammered into the backside's unseen silver. engraved above those lovely branches is the word "love". and flanked with hearts, all antique, it is a love valentine to those regal, stately trees that surround us.
i'd give you the link to my etsy shop here, but damned if i can figute that out on this laptop. not today, anyway. but for now, i'll leave you with these words: i am utterly thrilled and happy to have discovered this place, called Underground, where i'll be frequenting weekly....