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What a day! 6-12-2017

Typically the rising sun and lighting morning sky is my wake up call.  Laziness until absolutely necessary is the routine, but while helping out at eldest son’s, my bed is a cot and though it is comfortable enough for sleep, it isn’t conducive to lounging about so the morning began around 6 when they got up to go to work.  Having been away for a few days with no rain while they were gone, the plants and seedlings on the porch needed watering and the vegetable garden was dry.  The porch plants were an easy fix.  After they were done, a leisurely bowl of cereal, fruit, and yogurt and a cup of coffee were enjoyed sitting on the porch by the creek, listening to the burble of the water against the rocks while the young one slept in having arrived home very late last night from his birthday celebration with his other grandparents many hours from here.

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An attempt was made to do the garden, but a shoe packing failure meant that I spun barefoot yesterday and couldn’t get in the creek to get water today, not wanting to wade in my Birkenstocks or hiking shoes.  Daughter in law’s boots are too large for me, so I waited.  The young one finally got up and a trip the 15 miles or so into town to fill up my car with gas, get a few groceries, especially dairy and meat, and to seek a pair of sandals that could get wet, were comfortable, and not expensive was planned.

We got across the bridge and almost to the shoe shop when braking, my car made a metal on metal grinding noise.  Knowing this wasn’t normal and certainly not good, we headed back toward home, but stopped to call son for a mechanic reference in the town.  Fortunately, the indy shop was able to take my car right in, assist me to get a rental car from across town so that we could get the groceries home and not have to figure out how to spend several hours in the 90º heat, and diagnose the problem as a rear brake issue on the back right side.  The groceries made it home, the water sandals allowed me to step into the edge of the creek to reach a spot deep enough to fill a 5 gallon bucket and the garden got watered after a dozen or so trips from the creek to the garden.  By then I was wilted and ready for a meltdown.

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There is a big rock in the middle of the creek and there I sat in the shade with my feet in the cool water until a big crawfish decided my toes looked delicious.  A cool shower to wash off the mud and sweat and a couple of bottles of water refreshed me.

The shop got my car fixed in under 4 hours without putting us in bankruptcy, the rental car was returned and the young one and I returned home. That was the shortest car rental I have ever done, but the cab fare here and back would have been more than the rental and they picked me up at the shop and returned me to the shop when my car was ready.

It has finally cooled down to a reasonable temperature.  Dinner is prepared and awaiting the arrival of son and daughter in law and we will eat.

I am glad my car is back, she is 13 years old this month and has over 200,000 miles on her.  I hope to keep her on the road for much longer.

A Bitter Sweet End

Sixty one years ago, when I was still a pre-adolescent, my family joined my aunt and uncle at the most beautiful place on earth for a week of vacation.  That turned into an annual tradition and as the families grew and met other families, it became a much anticipated gathering.  It is a place where many of the clan’s children and grandchildren were baptized and  weddings held.

Last year was the last year that my Dad made it to this lovely place alive, the last of the elders of that gathering.  The place is Shrine Mont.  This past week, many of us gathered in the same 8 room cottage to be together, commune in nature, and inter my Dad’s ashes in his favorite place on earth.  My stepmom, husband, and I are the oldest members of this surviving clan.  A daughter of one of the non related families came to visit for a day.  It was a gathering of my siblings, some of our children, and grandchildren, one cousin, and another daughter of yet another of the non related families.  As the elders of that group passed, the group fell away and we have not kept in touch with all of the other offspring as closely as we should, but many come back the first full week of August each year.  We all knew that last year would be the last time he saw Shrine Mont, though none of us wanted to accept that.  He even conceded to being driven down the hill to meals and back up to the cottage afterwards.  At 92, he was afraid to hike or walk the unpaved rough trails. Though his mind and wit stayed keen to the end, he needed some help playing cribbage, a game he loved and taught so many of us to play.

We visited, went through many envelopes of old photos, taking from them many memories, played cribbage and ping pong.  We had a toast to the elder fathers of the group that brought us together and who annually conducted a “scientific experiment” on which of the 7 springs had the best water as a mixer with a bottle of Jack Daniels Black label.  We held a teary memorial dedication for the bronze plaque permanently affixed to the stone wall around the memorial garden with his brother and sister-in-law and 5 of the other members of the elders clan, and we hiked to the top of the mountain to the cross on a tower to say our final goodbye.  This was a hike we had made dozens of times over the years with him.  Those that couldn’t hike it were taken up in a Gator and a Jeep.  Tears were shed, his favorite songs were sung, hugs were shared, and we said our goodbyes, leaving him in a beautiful spot he loved.

As my niece (who was unable to join us) stated in a post, we will smile and feel his presence as we cross the places where we share his memory.

Though it was miserably hot last week with hot humid days and no air conditioning, we were given permission to light the first fire in the new outdoor fireplace on the lawn, and we cooked hot dogs and roasted marshmallows as we have done for years in the cottage fireplace on cool evenings.  I’m sure he smiled down on us and asked for one cooked just right.

(I have deliberately not posted any photos from the week, as it was a personal, family time, but if you click the link above and linger on the site, you can see this wonderful spot.)

A Week On The Farm May 14,, 2016

This was the last week of exams and graduation at the University in town.  The event swells the population of town for a few days before the massive exodus and quiet of the summer.  Trying to go anywhere in town during the past few days has been an adventure.  Undergraduate Commencement Ceremonies were are 8:30 a.m. yesterday morning and even trying to get granddaughter to preschool was a challenge.  Many of the families started clearing out today.  After we had a family day in the gardens today during and between rain showers, we decided that we wanted to go to Mellow Mushroom for pizza and a good beer.  When we arrived at about 7 p.m., we were the 11th party of 5 to check in thus it would be a 90 to 120 minute wait, with a tired 4 year old and a nine year old.  We bailed and went down the street to a local Italian Restaurant, were seated immediately and got a good pizza, just not the one we had set out to get.

This morning, bright and early, Jim took off on his BBH motorcycle and met 25 other bikes from the Roanoke Hog group for an overnight ride into West Virginia for a “Hillbillie Hotdog”  Yup, it is a real place.  They have other stops to visit during their two day ride, dealt with some real rain but he seems to be having fun.  I took off not long after him and made the weekly run to the Blacksburg Farmers Market, coming home with lots of vegetables, a bouquet of flowers, some bread and bagels, and some sausages.  Another stop at the local Super Value market for some local pasture raised beef and a weekly run to the grocer for the items that fill lunch boxes and make snacks for the kids.

After our grocery run, K and I tackled the garden.  I have been lacking in the motivation to get out there and get a handle on the overgrowth of Lambs Quarters, that were so thick, it looked like I had sown it as a cover crop.  Every time I have had the time to go out, it has rained.  We toughed some showers, increasing wind, and a drop in temperature, but we succeeded in getting the two beds that are already fully or partially planted with garlic, onions, radishes, Lacinato kale, turnips, peas, chard, and cabbages cleared.  Two paths were cleared and the grands came out.  With all of us working, we finished pulling the weeds in the upper part of the garden.

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The lower garden is still a mess.

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We have two nights in the 30’s then I will get the peppers, cucumbers, and beans planted, then attack this part of the garden for the popcorn, pumpkins, and Anasazi beans.  I still need to find a place for the sweet potatoes and get some flowers planted.

We made our first harvest today.

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A handful of Easter Egg radishes.

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Broody Momma, let herself get removed from the nest a few days ago by another hen who laid her egg then left.  In the meantime, Broody Momma moved to the nest with that day’s eggs in it.  We moved her back over 10 eggs, hoping that they didn’t sit unwarmed for too long.  She hasn’t been bothered for a few days, so we aren’t sure how many she has under her or if they are viable.  If they are, we should have a brood of chicks around Memorial Day.

It has been a good week, but wet.  I have succeeded in getting my 10,000 steps in all but one day.

Support Services

The blog has been quiet for a few days as I traveled on Sunday to Fairfax County, VA to provide support services for eldest son’s family.  T started a new job 2 Monday’s ago at GMU, W started her Art Camp teaching job the same day and that was L’s last day of 3rd grade.  This week he had an adventure camp that required drop off and pick up for the camp bus at times they couldn’t possible manage. As I have blogged before, they do not have a car. Between the cost, the traffic, and the availability of public transportation, they generally don’t need one.  They get where they need to go by walking, biking or taking Metro system busses and trains. Grandmom to the rescue.  Being retired has it’s benefits and since the camp bus drop off point is the direction I am willing to drive, I came up to help. My sole responsibility is getting L to the bus by 8 a.m. and picking him up at 5 p.m.  That leaves a lot of unencumbered, unscheduled time for me.  I voluntarily fix dinner and keep up with basic chores. I have spent lots of time knitting and reading. My current book is The Goldfinch.  Monday I visited a yarn shop we spotted on our way to dinner Sunday evening. They were so welcoming that after buying some yarn, I sat and knitted with them for a couple of hours.  It is too hot to work on the wool/silk sweater I brought, so a started a scarf with the new yarn.

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With the heat index in triple digits, I haven’t wanted to be outside much, so I have tackled a few chores here.  L will be excited to see that Grandmom cleaned his room. He has so many crates of Lego’s and they were everywhere. They are all re-crated, books re-shelved and trash picked up. I sent him upstairs with clean clothes the other afternoon and found them on his floor.  I figured it was distracted 9 year old behavior but realized he had more clothes in his dresser than he had room for. I sorted through the dresser, taking out all of the too small clothes, sorted winter from summer, undies and socks from shirts and pants and put it back together minus the out grown clothes, two bags full.

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While I am here, Jim is home critter sitting  with these dogs and chickens.