Big Snow at the Little Log Cabin

  One of the neighbors, Patrick, was kind enough to send a picture of the little cabin in the snow.  We got 13” he said. Wish we could’ve all been there!

Maybe next time.

Merry Christmas!

Life in the Country- Fish Tricks and Wooly Worms

  Another week, more color…

   A good time to entertain friends who’d never seen the little log cabin.  Cold enough to send the snakes shivering underground so we could tramp around the old Wade home place.

  Mert’s trained the fish to do tricks in return for Saltine cracker crumbs.  But with it so cold, they wouldn’t even surface to show off for the city girls.  It was sad. Other than “Surface and Eat” the little bass don’t really know too many tricks and it was supposed to be the highlight of the farm tour.

  At least we were able to accurately predict the rest of the winter’s weather. We found a Wooly Worm with two thick, black lines. 

  I think this means two snow storms…or not…I couldn’t find the Wooly Worm Prognostication Manual.

 

But the leaves and the color, the crisp bite to the air, surely that made up for the lack of fish tricks and cable car rides to the top of the mountain.

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Fall Comes to the Hollar

  The leaves are beginning to turn.  The air is crisp and when evening comes, it gets downright nippy.

   With a hard freeze coming any day now and the trellis bowed by their weight, it’s time to harvest the gourds.

 

 

  But inside- it’s warm and cozy and we are enjoying the first fire of the year in the big stone hearth.

Tomorrow morning there will be hot coffee and plenty of plump, gooey cinnamon rolls for breakfast.

Life’s always sweeter in the country.

As Dawn Breaks...

So begins another day at the cabin...

Today marked the last water-less day up at the cabin.  I was up in time to drink my coffee out on the back porch swing as I watched the sun rise over the neighbor's pond.

 

Across the lane, in the middle of the field, the new well sat waiting for The Pump Man.

 

We were all waiting...

 

 

Maggie the Schnauzer and I strolled along the edge of the drying creek and watched as the sun slowly warmed the world around us.

 

 

 

                    

And then, there they were, ready to rumble...

 

Day 3- Snug in my Little Log Cabin

It is still raining. Can you believe it? This was the view from my bedroom window this morning, before I rolled over and went back to sleep for 3 more hours.

The back creek is actually a creek now- full of water just like the others. Raking out the leaves and the muck paid off, I guess. But then, we must've had another 2" last night. Maggie and I ran around the cabin stuffing towels in leaks and grabbing buckets to put under the drips. It poured in through the chimneys which may explain why the gas logs won't light.



I think Joe's dog, Shannon, is pregnant.



I've been writing all afternoon but now it's time for a break. Maggie and I might ride into town and visit the D.Q. Maybe not though- we can always make a cozy fire and snuggle up inside. After all, there's no real rush to go anywhere anytime soon.


Life is good in the foothills of Southwest Virginia...

Life at the Cabin

It's all good.

A Long Holler Weekend...

The Doodle-bug and I got a jump start on the weekend and arrived at the cabin just after noon. We immediately began the ritual "Inspection of the Kingdom" and set off down to look at the back creek bed. I've been waiting all summer and fall to see water there and today- There it was!



A few limbs are down from the ice storm, but other than that, nothing much has changed.

The Doodle got re-acquainted with Joe's dog, Shannon, while I snapped a few pictures of the sunset.



All in all, not a bad day!


It's good to be "home."