Yesterday was a perfect day for a drive in the Willamette Valley. We puttered out to where I grew up which included a look at new homes tucked in the old growth forest off of Glass Road. Then around the bend to a strip of homes on the Willamette plus a drive through Charbonneau. There is a restaurant in the Charbonneau Village Center we’ll stop at another time. It has some good reviews.
I remember when my Dad cleared the land the giant housing development and golf course sit on. He farmed it for quite a few years before it was turned into a walled enclave smacking of entitlement.
After that, we drove west along the Willamette, following country roads that wound past filbert orchards and hop fields. The whole drive was under clear, sharp blue skies. Water droplets that had clung to the stubble from harvested wheat were now frozen and sparkled as we past.
It was a wonderful and satisfying drive. I was experiencing ennui and could not put my finger on the cause. I guess I was suffering from the need to touch the past. The drive took care of that and I am ready to actually begin 2016.
So today, I woke up to snow on the ground — a perfect day to hunker down and create. Later I think I’ll put on my boots and take a walk, maybe walk over to Hawthorne for a cup of tea and a scone. That will be fun.