Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Country Diary of a Lady: 02/04/2014

I had lunch today in a greenhouse.  It was beautiful.  While the weather outside has indeed been warming up, the greenhouse presented to me just what I have been aching for at this time of the winter season.  I sat at a small metal table with my lunch and closed my eyes.  I smelled the smell of green, growing things.  Camellias, Orchids, Hyacinths, Daffodils, Crocuses, Amaryllis.  Beautiful small pots bursting with primroses in colors of orange, yellow blue and pink.

I sat for almost two hours.  I had begun reading Shauna Niequist’s book “Cold Tangerines: Celebratng the extraordinary nature of everyday life” and was very reluctant to leave the respite that I had found from winter within the glassed in enclosure.  Thank you Forth Floral, for the brief respite, for the small gift you gave me and for the enormous Amaryllis bulb that I simply am dying to plant right at this very moment!

Have you ever had days where your soul seems to be aching for something, but you don’t quite know how to assuage the ache?  Today the greenhouse provided a little bit of relief from the ache.  But what else helped was that while I was reading Shauna’s poignant words I was listening to the wonder of “The New World Symphony.”

For you see, I have days where nothing soothes my soul as much as classical music.  I simply feel that nothing will soothe the ache in my soul like the strains of Dvorak, the swelling violin of Tchaikovsky or the sweet strains of Stravinky.  I have found it a bit ironic that almost all of my favorite composers are Russians.  

But then I also love Beethoven, and he breaks me out of that mold a little.  My favorite, at the moment, being The Pastorale Symphony, Symphony No. 6.  I can almost close my eyes and see the centaurs, Pegasus and fauns from Disney’s first Fantasia as they danced about to the beautiful music of that symphony.


I also bought my first seed packets today.  But what they are going to be used for I won’t tell you just yet. 

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