On Christmas Eve I made a quick stop at the Earlysville White Oak once again (find links to other images here) - my Dad's two brothers stayed with him for a bit so that I could run to the grocery store (when I arrived on Friday, you might say that the cupboards were bare). I thought to myself: as long as I manage to get an image of this tree, then all is normal and my world isn't teetering on the unmanageable.
Tomorrow I load up the dogs and the cat and I head to my place in South Carolina. I can't wait. Hopefully I'll post images of garlic (that I planted when I last visited in October) and perhaps plant some clover and I will, most definitely, visit my favorite camellia grower and wander his garden. I'll also take more photographs of his remarkable camellia collection and listen closely while he tells me stories about some of them - I've decided to write a book about his love of camellias, and about his garden. I need to learn as much as I can from him too.
Yes, tomorrow I head south. Tomorrow I sleep in the Airstream under a canopy of live oaks.