I’ve had this grapecart for years. Like almost 20 years. WOW! It’s an antique.
Do you see the edible plant in it? Look close…
Yum. It’s strawberry time at Mann’s Farm in Scott County, Virginia. Are strawberries in season where you are?
Here’s some more of what is growing here at RiverCliff Cottage…Blueberries in the new section of raised beds are coming along nicely. This is the first year for the ones in the picture. They are sleeping. Next year, they will be creeping, and finally, on the following year, they will begin leaping.
Potatoes are up. Yukon Golds…
We’re about sick of eating lettuce, but we’ll keep it up as long as it’s here.
And yesterday we planted three raised beds with these…
I keep returning to my apiary since last week I had the great fortune to catch a swarm of bees by doing nothing but setting a “nuc” trap beside the hive with a little lemongrass oil on a papertowel. Read about this big surprise here.
Since then, I am wearing a path out there going to see if this will happen again. Over and over and I keep returning with my head hanging low. Apparently, this must be like lightening striking twice or winning the lottery twice. It ain’t gonna happen.
Today I had my long-awaited appointment with Danette Mayfield who is making slipcovers for me. She is one hard lady to catch! However, I’m having a little more done than what I’d planned on, so I was thinking how I’d pay for it. Looking for some green!
It was on the riverbank…but not exactly what Danette is looking for in return for her labor….
It was over in Steve McCroskey’s field…. this is pretty and John Deere should be paying for this picture, but they haven’t called…and I didn’t take the picture anyway…my friend Helene took this. In fact, she took the one above it and below it, too!
I might make a little green on some honey later this year, but that’s later. They sure are sweet. That’s me. Bee mama…talking to her little mean pets. Mike looking on thinking he’s married to a crazy person.
But I did end up with a little green finally today thanks to my pals Oscar Harris and Dale Jett…they ran into a musician friend who needed a place to stay for the weekend and remembered the guesthouse at RiverCliff Cottage. BINGO! Slipcovers are paid for!! Thanks guys!!
We are back in the honeybee business. My brother-in-law, Gerald, was discouraged coming into the early spring, because he was down to one hive. I had two hives but one was very weak. I so wanted to keep going…I’m always optimistic…but I knew without his help, I could not do it. Mike has many good qualities but he is afraid of bees. He likes them because I love them.
So you can imagine how happy Gerald and I are as we come into May, we now have six hives. We’re talkin’ honey..talking next year…watching our bees settle in. Our two hives remain strong, and our weak hive has been requeened. We have three new hives from catching swarms. God seems to be smiling down on our efforts and encouraging us.
Welcome Hive Number 6! It’s two deep-hive bodies, and that’s sugar water with Honey Bee Healthy for a little extra help for their housewarming. Our babies are buzzing!
And now for the second part of my post. Why Do I Live Here? This question was asked recently.
I shared something with some visiting friends about a recent event that bothered me. I was at Cheddars on Exit 7 in Bristol and someone at the table near us requested a different waitress before being served because the waitress working that area was Black. The swap was made. It turned my stomach. I didn’t realize people felt that way in 2014. The waitress was matter of fact about it and said it happened occasionally. Does Cheddars need the business so bad that they accept this from customers? I probably won’t go back. They will have to have their racists customers keep them in business; not me. My friends were appalled and asked “why do you live here?” It caught me offguard. I didn’t answer them as I should have.
First, I think most people are like me–not like those who were seated at the table near us. There is some bad everywhere. When I was in Alpharetta working, I stepped out from the hotel one evening to go to Bahama Breeze to have dinner. I was alone and within spitting distance of the restaurant. It was dusky, but not dark. The hotel employees insisted I call them to come pick me up when I was through, and they stood outside and watched me walk across the parking lot to get there. Really. Maybe they were making a big deal about nothing to make me feel welcome and secure at their hotel. I’m not sure.
Perhaps it’s that way here, too, and I’m just naive. I do know that if I drive into Mendota, which is 18 miles from a grocery store, and my car breaks down, I’m more likely to have help from someone or a fair idea of whose door I’m knocking on. We’re not perfect, but I prefer to live here. I’m still trying to think of the right answer to my friends’ question so that I don’t sound like I’m condemming another lifestyle above my own, but I don’t want anyone to think I do not prefer to live where I live. I like to visit an IKEA but it’s not important to live near IKEA! Ha ha! The reason I started this blog was to answer that question. I’m not sure that I’m doing a very good job of it. I want to share the sweetness of my rural lifestyle.
So much for seriousness. Here’s some simpler reasons….my friendship garden. Plants that folks around here have just given me “starts” from. Friendships are more likely to be forever here–not until the moving truck takes us to our next assignment. These are Katie Harris’ irises that probably started in her father’s garden. Each spring they remind me of that family. Katie, her sister, Lisa, and I were sisters growing up. We all live here now. By choice.
And there’s another special garden friend from someone I love. It’s from my True Love (Lowe’s). Got most of these off the half dead plant rack a few weeks ago. Look at them now! They are surely not half dead plant flowers anymore!
It is so pretty and green in Southwest Virginia right now, but it’s the time of year when we have storms. I have friends in Alabama and Arkansas, and I can only imagine the stress during times like this. I slept in the closet last night. We have a storm radio, and there was no tornado warning or watch by the time I went to bed, but I thought I’d just go ahead and get in the closet and sleep. Luckie and two cats followed me. It was cozy. I am grateful for the rain, but I don’t like wind.
Everything is really coming along. Here’s my grapevine…
Eating greens from the garden now…in fact, I’m finishing a great salad as I type this. I like salads because they are one of the few things the dogs and cats don’t beg me for, and I just breezed right by the organic baby spinach at Food City which is normally one of my regular purchases.
And now for my big surprise of the day! Today my bees swarmed but the swarm did not go far. It was nothing like our adventure in catching a swarm earlier in the week. Read here and here. They moved in right next door, so there is no “catching” to be done. This was such a huge surprise and what good luck. We had this little white “Nuc” box beside the hive just for this purpose, but I really doubted anything would come of it.
I was wrong! Welcome Hive #6. This is like finding a $100 bill in your pocket! I am so happy!! We’ll transfer them to a proper hive tomorrow!
My brother-in-law, Gerald, and I checked on my bees today. We had to establish a new home for the swarm we caught yesterday but we also needed to check on our other bees. Hello bees!
We installed a new queen bee in this hive just a few weeks ago. We could not find her but we saw “brood” where she’s laying eggs, so we know there’s a queen in there somewhere. I wish queen bees were neon colored. I can’t ever find the queen bee.
Do you have pollen allergies? Raw honey such as what we have has lots of pollen in it, and by ingesting the pollen, it can help alleviate symptoms. Here’s what the pollen looks like inside the hive…see the arrow? There’s a bunch of this inside the honeycombs. The honeybees carry it into the hive in little saddle bags. I love to watch them zoom in for landing loaded with pollen.
We also installed the bee swarm that we captured yesterday into their new home. They’ve adjusted well and are working hard. We’ve got sugar water on the hive to help them until they are well established. We were exhausted yesterday after capturing the bees. I told Gerald that when we sell honey later in the year, the price should not be $6 per pint but $700. Seriously. They wore us out!
Psssttt…Follow Me. That’s right. I didn’t put my usual jeans on today and I haven’t combed my hair, but that’s okay. We’re friends.
There’s a legend in Poor Valley. “Once you get that Poor Valley mud on your feet, you can’t wipe it off.” You’ll always want to return. A group of bikers (bicycles) headed to MerleFest from Knoxville got lost last year and ended up late in the evening wondering where they could set up camp. There’s no store here so they were pretty much on their own (unless you count one solitary Coke machine). Helene was outside her home and saw and spoke with them. They were wistfully checking out her barn as a consideration. They were thinking a little granola, protein bar and water from a hose and a dry, safe place to sleep.
Helene, however, thought “southern hospitality” and put them up for the night under clean quilts in real beds following a hot shower. She fed them dinner.
This year, they headed off to MerleFest and, again, they ended up in Mendota at Helene’s place. It wasn’t a wrong turn. They knew our secret. They had the Poor Valley mud on their feet.
It’ll be the same for some first time visitors who drive out to Mendota tomorrow night for the Third Annual Dale Jett & Hello Stranger Cemetery Benefit with special guest, the Poor Valley Girls. Oh by the way, here they are on the front page of the Kingsport-Times News thanks to Jessica Fischer. Love you Jess. Here’s the link to the article.
They think they are coming to just hear some great music.
But they’ll drive by this…and they’ll start talking about the redbuds, Clinch Mountain, their granny’s home-canned green beans…they’ll breathe the air and they’ll see scenes like this over and over.
And at some point, they’ll put those feet on the ground. And then it’ll happen. It really just takes a speck of dust and without a lot of rain lately, the ground is getting dusty. Once that dust gets on those feet…well…they’ll have to come back
We have one more “sleep”…one more night before the Dale Jett & Hello Stranger Cemetery Benefit. If you are reading this prior to Friday, April 25th, please consider plans to make the drive out to 2562 Mendota Road (your GPS will work) and hear music that is world-class while eating one of those wonderful Hormel wienies I told you about last night here. (Disclosure…when I first put this post up…and if you know me you know my posts are full of typos as I pretty much just slap the pictures up and start typing….it said “wondering wienies” instead of “wonderful wienies”. Please note this important correction as our wienies won’t wander but they are wonderful. )
I’ll be there! Be sure and tell me you read my blog!!
In a small, rural community, you can find yourself doing just about anything. I do the Publicity for the Dale Jett & Hello Stranger Cemetery Benefit, but there is a lot of other stuff involved, too. I made a wienie run today. I’m so tired tonight, but I keep thinking of my conversation on wienies and smiling. I went to pick them up as they were so graciously donated, and if the conversation did not go exactly like this, it went something like this.
Me: “Hello…I came to get wienies.”
Very Sweet Pretty Receptionist: “Oh yes..we’ve got them for you, but first, what kind of wienies do you want?”
Me: “Humm…I dunno. What kind of wienies can I get? I want good ones. Only the best wienie for me!”
Very Sweet Pretty Receptionist: “We have all beef or another kind or the red ones.”
Me: “I definitely do not want a red wienie.”
Very Sweet Pretty Receptionist: “Most like Hormel wienies. It’s what they have at a lot of ballgames.”
Me: “Okay…let’s do Hormel. Do I still get 500 wienies if I pick the good wienie?”
Very Sweet Pretty Receptionist: “Yes! You can just go to your vehicle and someone will come out and load your wienies for you.”
Me: “Thank you so much. I don’t really eater wienies so I didn’t know. You’ve been so helpful.”
Very Sweet Pretty Receptionist: “I don’t eat them either.”
Out at the truck waiting…
Man Delivering Wienies: “You’ve got yourself some good wienies here.”
Me: “Really…that’s great! The only wienies I’m really familiar with are Pal’s wienies.”
Man Delivering Wienies: “These are THE BEST wienies. You’ll love them.”
Me: “Thank you so much for the wienies. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate them! You are so good to us down in Mendota! We love the wienies!” (Why couldn’t I just say thank you instead of gushing?)
Man Delivering Wienies: “You’re Welcome! Anytime!”
Please come to the Third Annual Dale Jett & Hello Stranger Cemetery Benefit and try these wienies for yourself! You may love our wienies!
Ok…we are now three “sleeps” away from the Third Annual Dale Jett & Hello Stranger Cemetery Benefit. This was the first one and that’s Dale Jett digging around for a door prize ticket. There were hundreds and he pulled out his first cousin’s name! Crazy! I remember that day well. I’d been in Chapel Hill, NC all week and I drove home the morning of the benefit and I got a speeding ticket in Galax that was so terrible it was considered RECKLESS DRIVING or is that WRECKLESS DRIVING? I’m so tired I don’t know.
Oink Oink Squeal
It’s now the Third Annual Benefit, and I’m still worried about the very same things. I have lost a little bit of weight though, but I think the oink oink squeal still applies.
We’re five days from the Third Annual Dale Jett & Hello Stranger Cemetery Benefit. At breakfast this morning at Mt. Vernon UMC’s Sonrise Service, Dale Jett casually asked “do you think many people will come?” Ohmigosh why did he ask me? Now I’m worried I’ll let him down.
Banners went up last night. Mike and I put this one up on Rick Begley’s property in Gate City, so anyone coming into Gate City from Highway 58 should see it. We’ve also put them up in Hiltons and in Mendota. Next year, I’d like to put one up in Benhams and two more in Gate City. We are so thankful for Pepsi for helping us with the banners. I did not know who to contact this year since Pepsi Bottling of Lee Highway closed, but the store manager of Food City’s Euclid Avenue store, Raymond, stepped in and helped me out. Naturally, I find that Raymond lives in Hiltons–no wonder he is a gentleman.
We’ve mailed postcards to everyone in the 24270 zip code as well as handed them out. I’ve got a little western theme going on this with postcard.
We’ve placed 75 posters around the Bristol/Abingdon/Gate City/ETSU areas. Next year, I’m asking the Scott County Vocational School’s Graphics Department to design the poster. I can’t wait to see what those young creative minds can do, and I’m hoping if Domtar helps us again, they could judge it. Just early ideas. By the way, we cannot say enough about Domtar Paper and Jeff Chamberlin for helping us with seed money for this event. We love them, and we stretch every dollar.
We’ve requested media help with our benefit. Oscar interviewed with Joe Tennis who gave us a nice write up in the Bristol Herald Courier. Many thanks to Joe! Here’s the link. We’ve also got an upcoming feature article in both the Kingsport Times-News and the Scott County Virginia Star. I’ll link those into this post when they publish this week. Please look for them.
The Mendota quilt is almost ready, and the raffle tickets are here–done so professionally for me by the students at Scott County’s Vocational School. Buying 1500 tickets in the past, with shipping, ran us right at $50. This was much more affordable with our tiny budget. I sold my first 70 to Laura Cash and Tracy Leonard. Thanks ladies! Oscar Harris, the Poor Valley Girls and I will be on WCYB at noon on Tuesday, April 22, and I’ll have this quilt with me as I”m going to ask the viewers to help me sell tickets in all 50 states. I wonder if they’ll ask me to sing, too? Ha ha ! Mt. Vernon also has a beautiful quilt made by Linda Nunley, but I do not have a picture of it.
Gerald Booher is President of the Mendota Cemetery Association and he’s been getting the food together. There are a lot of details in putting together even a small benefit such as ours. While we’re planning on grilling hotdogs, we’ll be serving food in the Mendota Community Center’s cafeteria. I will need to make sure everyone knows to go into the cafeteria to see both Mendota and Mt. Vernon Cemetery Quilts and to purchase food. I hope the smell of the hotdogs on the grill brings them down. Today I made a…well...interesting…chalkboard to help direct them to the cafeteria. Here’s some bits and pieces of it.
And…this is a true one. If you have a “boney” butt, bring yourself a cushion!
And finally…the disclaimer that we like to share with first timers to Poor Valley…
Thanks so much for reading RiverCliff Cottage, and I hope if you are reading this and live nearby, you’ll make the trip out to Mendota on Friday night. Don’t dress up. Come as you are. The music is truly world class.
My sister, Nancy, commented “have you been on Nordyke since the redbuds have opened up?” I thought it was time to take a drive with the camera. Loaded my sidekick in the truck. It’s just not right living in the country without a truck and a dog.
Look look! We almost have a new road — the Barnrock Road project is almost complete!
We stopped on the Nordyke Bridge for a picture…
Look back over our shoulder…here’s what it looks like when you enter the valley from Nordyke. I know. Ya wanna buy some land..maybe a little cabin…do a little fishin’. We understand.
Looking around at the redbuds…
They are all along the road…
More pretties…
There’s a new reality television show called “Southern Justice” and it features law enforcement in Sullivan County, Tennessee. The scenery was so pretty. We take it for granted until we see it in a picture. Thinking of this caused me to take notice of some of the surroundings I travel by so often and just don’t notice. This is Caney Valley…which is off of Nordyke…such a pretty curve in the road.
The deer aren’t hungry now. Look at this lush green grass. Bruce’s cows graze by day and the deer by night. I see them at night here all of the time. Look at the mountain. It’s not yet green. Soon!
Whrrrr….what a great day to be out in the country!
