With all our obsessing about Lincoln and Obama, we might have overlooked another one of our favorite Presidents--Thomas Jefferson--an all around great American--but we didn't! On our way home, we wound our way through the lush Virginia countryside into foxhunt country--large "named" estates that had ever-so-tasteful signs out front, indicating that somewhere nestled (and hidden) in the hills was probably an incredible house and stables. We may as well have been in England (except for that part about driving on the left side of the road). Our arrival at Jefferson's Monticello home coincided with the skies clouding over and a drizzle beginning to fall; of course, on the top of a mountain, when the skies cloud over, you're in the fog! Strangely, all that white air blowing in intensified the setting and its beauty. And really, what a lovely home and garden!
No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth,
When one lives in a forgotten little village in a forgotten part of a mostly forgotten state in a mostly forgotten part of America, (what many of you would think of as "flyover country"), by necessity "you have to make your own fun." Yep, I say that a lot and, for the most part, I like it that way! I can't say I'm in my early 40's anymore, but I'm hardly middle aged. I occasionally try to be cool; happy most of the time that I am not. I'm married to an eccentric genius who is without peer. I'm mother to one mostly adult daughter and a mother-in-law to a Marine; even though I'm a pretty strident pacifist, I'm pleased about this union. I'm fond of my grand-dogs, Lola & Betty. My little family seems to appreciate my over-developed sense of irony; or maybe they're just humoring me. That's fine, too. My heritage is Danish--that is important. Read on, I'll tell you more about it all...