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!
Today Oscar Harris and I met with Jessica Fischer of the Kingsport Times News since she is doing an article on our Dale Jett & Hello Stranger event that will be held on Friday, April 25. If you are reading this, please try and come. It’s at the Mendota Community Center, and it’s such a wonderful event. Dale, Oscar and Teresa seldom get to play for the local audience so this event is as special to them as it is to everyone who attends. Oscar’s daughter, Heather Pace, and the Poor Valley Girls open the event at 7:00 pm. Dale, Oscar and Teresa will come on at 8:00 pm.
We met at Mt. Vernon Church in what we still call “Maces Springs” but now is officially Hiltons, Virginia. I arrived first and walked through the cemetery to remind myself why we have this benefit. It’s our fundraiser for the Mt. Vernon and Mendota Cemeteries. I’ve blogged about the Mendota Cemetery several times, but not Mt. Vernon. Can you believe it was snowing while I was walking around? It’s April 15, and it’s snowing!
Mt. Vernon Cemetery — I see names I am familiar with…Bays, Faust, Hensley and Harper to name a few.
There are also some famous people…beloved to many. When A. P. Carter passed, my father was a pallbearer.
Sara Carter Bayes…”Anchored in Love.”
I called Joe Carter “Uncle Joe.” He sang about a girl from Mendota who drove a Toyota. He called me “WT’s girl”. WT was my father’s nickname. I think he actually knew me as “Todi” but was afraid I”d be offended. I would not have been. Todi was my father’s nickname for me.
Jeanette Carter….probably one of the most beloved women in Virginia and possibly Nashville. Jeanette was a lunch lady at Hiltons, but she was not afraid to dream and her vision created a legacy for Carter Family music at the Carter Fold. When I think about a hiking and biking trail between Benhams and Mendota, I consider Jeanette my inspiration. She was one of a kind. I’ve been looking at the shape of her tombstone and wondering if it’s shaped like an autoharp — that was her instrument.
I noticed quite a few Barkers buried here. My family cemetery is in Mendota, but I’m sure there are relatives here, too, since I am a Barker. A restful place. This is a cemetery filled with believers. Look at Jeanette’s stone above…”deliverance has come.”
It was freezing cold, so I went inside the church and Jessica arrived soon. She is wonderful and reports for the Kingsport Times-News. Everyone in this area looks for Jessica’s name in the newspaper…what she has written, etc. We are so proud! Her father is the recently retired pastor of Darthula Baptist in Hiltons, Layton Bentley.
Jessica and I talked a bit and Oscar joined us. We discussed all the reasons we have this benefit, what Dale Jett & Hello Stranger are doing musically, and how much we need for people to come to Mendota on Friday, April 25.
Oscar arrived just a few minutes after Jessica, and we asked him to pose with the autoharp. I know I’ll hear this autoharp come in with a sweetness that will capture everyone’s attention when they play “Farmer’s Prayer” on Friday, April 25. If that was the only song played that evening, it would still be worth the trip.
Our article will be out in a few days. Watch for it in the Kingsport-Times News!
Today Gerald’s bees swarmed AGAIN! A healthy queen may lay 2000 eggs per day, and it takes 16 days for the eggs to hatch. The queen in his hive must be AWESOME, because this hive has swarmed not once but twice and he still has lots of bees! Fortunately, he saw the swarm and CAUGHT them. While he was catching the bees, I was taking pictures. By the time I got there, he had already captured most of the bees but you can see quite a few on the tree below. Gerald was pretty sure he had already moved the queen into the “nuc” box, but in doing so, he had sprayed the swarm with sugar water. They think it has rained yummy sugar water and are hoping for another downpour. Look closely to see the bees; they blend in with the bark.
Gerald used a plastic bin which was light and he could hold it up to the tree and brush the bees into it. That is the “nuc” box beside him. You also see the plastic spray bottle with sugar water in it. Bees are crazy about sugar water! Further down, you’ll see our golfcarts…the “bee mobiles!”
Here we go…they seem happy to land in the plastic box! Probably were giving up on the idea of a sugar water rainfall and starting to wonder where their queen was.
Staying after it…he said this was just a small amount of bees compared to what he’d had on the tree earlier. Most were already captured.
So…in this picture, he’s transferring the bees from the plastic bin to the “nuc” box. I’m sure they were happy…back with their queen!
That nuc box is full. It normally has five frames in it, but the bees were so crowded, we left one frame out. In the picture below, they are dropping into the nuc. Very docile. (This hive of bees has been meaner than Sh*t so this was a surprise.)
It’s time to put the lid on the nuc. Easy does it.
Just about done in this picture.
At this point, he’ll leave them in the nuc box while he sets another hive up. We are very lucky to have captured these bees, and now there will be two hives over at Gerald’s house and two hives at my house. We are back in the bee business!!
These bees are swarming because they are hatching out new queens. I’m worried my hive will be next, even though it’s already split once earlier this week. We hate losing them after we’ve cared for them and tried to give them a perfect place to live. In the wild, their chance of survival is very slim.
I thought this little outhouse was the perfect picture for this post, because we had bee problems this week and the word was Sh*t!
Gerald (my brother-in-law) and I have three hives between us. Last Sunday, two were very strong (one of his and one of mine) and one (mine) was weak–we suspected the queen was dead since we could not find her in two searches and the hive continued declining. By late Sunday afternoon, half of Gerald’s strong hive had swarmed, and while I was trying to get my protective clothing on to help him get them off the apple tree they were hanging on, they flew off. Gone. Just so fast. I could not believe it because we take such good care of them. They’d rather live in a tree where no one brings them sugar water? Stupid bees!
So…two things became really apparent after this. We had to do something about my weak hive, and we had to do something about my strong hive that might be planning to swarm and as well as the bees remaining in Gerald’s hive (still a lot of healthy bees). The strong hives were very crowded and this may have influenced the fact that his hive swarmed, so the first thing we did was add supers to the two healthy hives to give them more room. A super is one of these white boxes.
I then emailed John Rhoten at Poor Valley Bees to discuss getting a new queen for my weak hive. Thankfully, he had some queens arriving this week. I got the new queen yesterday. Here’s John….
And here’s the queen…she’s the large bee in the tiny little box. My queen!!
I also talked with John about moving some of the healthy bees over to the weak hive that we believed to be “queenless”. He said to move five frame over. We swapped out five empty frames from the weak hive with five frames full of bees, honey and brood (eggs). This is called “splitting the hive.”
Here’s Gerald doing all the work..I was just out of reach of the picture.
The picture below is the healthy hive…about to lose five frames full of bees. When you pull the frames out, they are covered with bees. We had to check and make sure we weren’t moving the queen bee. That would be bad.
In this picture, all the frames are swapped and we’re preparing to leave the tiny box with the queen bee and her helpers on top of the frames. Over a three-day period, the hive will accept her as their queen, and they’ll also eat her out of the candy part of the little box. On Tuesday, we’ll open the top of the hive and see if this happened. Hopefully all of this occurred, she’ll be free from the box, and her presence will restore order to the hive.
I’ve got sugar water with Honey Bee Healthy in it on the hives.
I’m not sure if feeding the bees is necessary because Mendota is in bloom. Here’s some pictures…Swinging Bridge Road…just in front of the house.
Back to the little outhouse just down the road…have you ever used one of these? Tell me!! I have! My grandmother used to have one.
This was a scary week for Mike and me as Luckie had anesthesia when having her teeth cleaned. She was not eating properly due to a sore mouth. No one wants a sore mouth, so Dr. Steve, who had been putting this off thinking that Luckie’s teeth might outlive her, scheduled the cleaning. Luckie is the last of three dogs we got over 15 years ago.
I understood the risks…they’ve been explained to me many times but nothing has ever went wrong. All the things that “might” happen have never happened. Until this week.
Following the procedure, Luckie came home very confused. Her leg and her shoulder quivered badly. She would not eat. Her tail dragged the ground. Her eyes were dull. She was anxious…both barking and whining.
I texted Dr. Steve, and he asked a few questions, but indicated none of this was unusual in old dogs during the first 48 hours after anesthesia. Another day passed with marginal improvement. On Thursday, she finally started to show signs of being herself (eating catfood). She later told me that I’d feel the same way if I went to the dentist and realized after the procedure that while my teeth got cleaned, my butt also got shaved.
So…she felt well on Thursday, and I decided that we needed to go somewhere so she and I went to the Bank of America in Bristol to cash two checks. I drove into the drive thru window, and as soon as I pressed the “SEND” on the vacuum tube, Luckie pooped in the back seat. At this juncture, it seemed like the teller went from normal speed to slow motion. It took forever, and at the end of the transaction, she graciously spoke and said “does your doggy want a treat?” I weakly replied sure…all the while thinking…“my doggy already has a treat and she just left it in the back seat, and it’s stinkin’s so bad I’m about to puke.” I didn’t say any of that. We finished the transaction; I pulled to a grassy area which turned out to be directly in the line of the view of the teller. I got Luckie out and then with a paper towel, I picked the poop up from the truck’s rear seat and walked over to a spot with Luckie, bent over and laid the poop down. All of this was carefully correographed for the teller’s benefit so she would think I was a responsible dog owner cleaning her pet’s waste up. What I was really doing was leaving Luckie’s poop behind in the grass. Oh the tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive. Finally after my performance, Luckie and I went back to the truck where she refused to get in the back even though there was not one trace of the offending poop. We drove home with her looking straight ahead not acknowledging her part in the poop.
When we did get home, I recalled that Luckie needed her post-surgery medication called Rimadyl. I went to the cabinet, got the Rimadyl and got myself a vitamin at the same time. I went to the sink, tossed the vitamin into my mouth and drank some water. I then reached to give Luckie her Rimydyl –but there was only the vitamin in my hand.
It’s Friday, and in spite of taking Luckie’s medication, I had no side effects, and she is doing great, too.
In other news, I dropped a clothing size this week. That is a milestone!! Yay me!!
Do you remember our quilt retreat that we had a few months ago? I blogged about it here and here.
At the end of the retreat, I was disappointed in my quilt. Everyone’s quilt looked better than mine. My “points” didn’t line up correctly and I had three puckered places. The picture below is how it looked before I sewed it together. I never showed you the quilt once it was pieced because I was embarassed.
I was ashamed. I look like the Unibomber in the picture below. That’s me. The Uniquilter — I can destroy the best laid quilt plans!
After the class, I put the fabric away. I actually wadded it up and put it in the corner of my closet. I’d had such big plans for that quilt. Two weeks ago, I got it out at my sister’s urging. I saw a quilt she was making and it was so pretty. She looked at mine and said it was’t that bad. We took it to Ruby Smith. Ruby was one of my mother and father’s best friends. She’s 96. I asked her what she thought of my work. She said “I’ve seen worse.” I asked her if she’d finish the quilt for me. She was happy to, and here it is all completed. I really like it. Why did it seem so bad when I first did it? I’m going to try another one.
This is the “Little Man” who has my first quilt. Doesn’t he look sweet lying on the little quilt with his pacifier and bowtie? He’d just pooped.
Life is good…even better with a little baby poop once in a while!
If you love quilts (who doesn’t?) and you want to see some beautiful quilts, please go to Abingdon’s Quilt Block Party. There are about 20 businesses participating by displaying quilts. I went to Light’s Mill. Love that place.
I have two quilts in the party, but I wasn’t sure where they ended up. As it turns out, they were at Light’s Mill where about 100 quilts are displayed. It’s a great place to display the quilts. There are lots of pictures with this post. That’s my Harvest Spice quilt below taking up a lot of room. It was a nice surprise to find it so easily.
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Please, Lord, bless the precious hands that quilted this one.
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More…recognize the quilt with the blues pictured below? It is the 2013 Mendota Cemetery Quilt.
More…here it is again. Thank you to the Carrier family…because of Billy and Patsy’s generosity, this quilt lives with me.
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More…this looked simpler than some of the others. I wonder if I could make it? Are you kidding me?
More…this snowball design was one of my favorites. So colorful.
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Whew! Aren’t they beautiful? I saw one name over and over again. “Mary Hogston.” If you know Mary, please tell her she has made some beautiful quilts.
If you have been reading RiverCliff Cottage for a while, you have read about Mendota’s Barnrock Road project. As the new road has evolved, an old house has been torn down, driveways changed, a barn was torn down, valuable crop land was used, and so forth.
However, there is one apparently sacred thing that the road crew will not tamper with…Helene Holbrook’s mailbox.
We are all wondering how she has garnered this special treatment? Maybe she is serving the road crew happy brownies? (She did move here from California.) Maybe there’s romance involved with one of the heavy equipment operators? Maybe she’s prettier than Steve McCroskey who lost some cropland?
We may never know the answer to these questions. Our only certainty lies in the fact that Helene’s mail may be safely delivered to her mailbox which remains tall and strong in a road of uncertainty.
I rolled down the window as we came home from church today to take this picture. I was oohing and aahing over the Bradford Pears which look like popcorn trees. A deep breath of spring air and I suddenly remembered! Phew! These trees stink. Dead fish. Even with the stink, however, I think “I’m the luckiest person in the world.” I never forget how fortunate I am to live here on the river.
I appreciate the lovely home my husband provided for me (even though we have to work ourselves silly keeping it looking good). I just wish it were clean right now.
Just a short trip down the road, I run into Mrs. Mooster who is also enjoying spring. Here she is:
She loves the spring, but she was actually working when I took this picture. She is the receptionst and greeter to a very important place…
No one gets to enter unless they have a yellow badge in their ear. Security. And look at all the black dots here and there in the pasture…there are dozens of calves. I did a “quick count” following taking this picture and there were at least 24.
Spring 2014 is especially welcome. You know why…we are all sick of winter. Bring on the color! After daffodils, forsythia brings most of the early color to our valley
They look so pretty in the house. I usually cut some fresh branches and bring them in– but in this picture, well, you know...they are fake!
Yesterday it was 70 degrees. We went to town and visited My True Love’s garden center. I bought some snapdragons even though it’s too early, because….because I wanted them! I will cover them when the inevitable cold snap occurs.
We also bought three blueberries bushes and installed them in the new raised beds. My former blueberry patch was doing terrible. The soil was not amended properly and they were smothering in clay and just existing. Mike and I moved the three best from that blueberry patch to the raised beds for a total of six. With blueberries, the first year they sleep–the second year they creep–and the third year they leap. I was at Year Five, and all I could hear was snoring. Hopefully, the loose soil amended with peat moss in the raised beds will change that for me. Hopefully! I do love blueberries!
I put this purple wave petunia in between the blueberries. It will be so pretty when it spreads around. Yes…I know it is early, but I’ll be careful!
Mike picked up three trailer loads of compost from the City of Bristol. Hey Bristol! Your garbage! My garden! They told him to get there early on Tuesday or Wednesday because they suspected they’d be running out. He got there very early and we got our compost. He and Neth worked all day putting compost around my plants.
They also pulled a few shrubs. Neth thought he could do this by hand, but the John Deere did a much faster job of it. I wrote about those funny looking shrubs here.
It’s a pretty place here at RiverCliff Cottage, but we work hard to keep it that way. For this year, we’re just getting started!
