It was over Father's Day weekend that I took a photo of this white oak located on Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport property, once again on my way out of town and back to South Carolina. Good intentions... and late is better than never, right?
I'm kinda busy right now.
Packing. Weed-whacking. A visit to the eye doc to stock up on contact lenses today (and to find out my vision is 30% improved). Trips to Goodwill. Plus a million other things.
But tonight I went and visited my favorite camellia gardener. When I drove down the road to the farm, I came across him in a plot of potted camellias, taking cuttings. Next to the plot was his golf cart. I had brought us eclairs that I purchased from Earthfare, and after the cuttings were safely tucked away in Skip's sand-filled rooting bed, we toasted with our eclairs and talked about life in the big city and how we think the whole planet is going to pot and about lightning strikes. I ended up staying for about three hours - longer than I intended, but I found myself not wanting to leave. Have you ever had one of those places where from the first moment you saw the place, you felt at home there? Well that's how I feel at Skip's place. Folks that view the world in a way that I embrace live there - and their views seep through the soil, dancing around in the camellia groves, and can be smelled in the breeze floating over Church Creek.
I'll visit Skip again in October, when I return - a nice (albeit exhausting) part of this new position is that I'll be able to return to the Lowcountry every 5-6 weeks to keep my lab here going (and, of course, to work in my own garden). When I do return, I'll take my potted satsuma, lemon and kumquats (and perhaps another plant or two) to Skip's greenhouse so that they have a safe place to overwinter. It'll feel good, knowing that he is watching over them.
One week from tonight the U-haul. My mental to-do list is a long one, but at least my visit to see Skip is something I can check off the list now.
Some past images of the White Oak: