i don't believe i've ever shown you where i live - the house, where it sits. there've been plenty of views from the deck (to the upper left of the house there) looking out to the southwestern spread of mountains on the horizon, of the maple tree that stands before my wall of windows that flank the deck... but never the actual house. see how quiet my little life is here on firefly road? very. and as you can also see, spring has yet to show itself, with the exception of a smattering of dandilions and a violet peeking out of old, brown leaves here and there, just at my backyard crocodile feet (and no, i do not wear these shoes beyond the upper and lower yard). the only color, currently, is what you see on those feet. i spend a lot of time looking down, right now, searching for any promises of spring. the signs are there, but small and faint, and if i step too quickly, i just might miss the miracles that rest there, down below.
i have to leave tomorrow, as reluctant as i am to step out from my hiding place and be so very visible again. first, i head south to alabama, so that aspen can go and stay with his grandparents while i am away in washington state. on monday, i'll fly from there on to seattle and drive from there to port townsend and fort worden. this house is an utter disaster - jewelry supplies everywhere, stacks of papers here and there, books strewn about, open suitcase on the bedroom floor, still unpacked from the week i was with my parents at their cabin an hour from here. remember my tidy, magical studio, all organized and neat? no more. the little white lights and the branches are still there, but the mess has expanded atop my studio table and threatens to take over the rest of the house.
see the lovely packages on top of all that craziness? while working on earrings yesterday, a package from australia arrived, full of teas and an antique linen napkin, lemon myrtle shortbread and cookies in the shapes of koalas, a huge eucalyptus leaf and the dearest little tea spoon with a robed, bearded man at its tip. a gift from susan, a wonderful australian reader, i'm deeply touched that she would take the time to gather such articles of beauty and comfort and send them all the way to firefly road from down under. and see the card of a woman talking to a crow? thank you tina, from seattle, it will be good to give you a hug!
i'm down to the wire here, literally, and fortunately i've managed to get most of the jewelry assembled, packaged (earrings on tea bags, something i love to do - being the tea person that i am - because as i punch the holes, the scents waft up to my nose), and kits put together and shipped. no easy feat, those kits - especially when vital ordered components did not arrive until yesterday, in spite of a mid february order date, and fort worden does not accept postal delivery for artfest instructors. i'm grateful for my port townsend pal kathy van kleeck, who will be accepting said packages and coming to join misty and me at the cottage for a bottle of wine. she even volunteered to help me with my table on vendor night, so please come by and tell her hello! how lovely to know that i've a beautiful home away from home, with an old friend for a neighbor as well!
so. for now, i'm off. i did want to thank all of you for your beautiful comments about my boys, about our little family and the love we so strongly, passion- ately share. they are what make life so grand for me, just seeing them develop and blossom and grow, much like the spring that we all so eagerly await. see you when i get back. xo