I am supposed to be cleaning house a bit this afternoon as our granddaughters are coming in on Tuesday. Left up to me, they may have to arrive to a messy house, as instead of cleaning…I started going through pictures!
I found some that will be of interest to anyone from this area. Mendota is in Poor Valley and it’s a river valley. The North Fork of the Holston is our river. It’s a lazy sweet, slow moving river, but on occasion it shows a different side.
Here’s how our river looks normally…a great place to fish, canoe and take pictures!
In 2002, here’s what the North Fork looked like, and this was not when it was at its highest…
Do you know who these folks are that are in the picture? (I do…it’s a test for you!)
This is the Swinging Bridge located at the tressel in Mendota.
I’m still cleaning. If I find more pictures, I’ll put them on RiverCliff Cottage. It’s not the normal thing that bloggers talk about, but since this is my blog…well…I can do what I want to do with it…even look at scary pictures!
Hope your week is starting off good. Mine is! Three more work days and I’m off for a bit until I start my next job.
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Back to the post….this was the post that I meant to include on Sunday, but I was totally taken with the Mendota Cemetery Quilt giveaway. See here if you haven’t read.
I have a thing for linens…and it’s most intense for quilts. I haven’t even made a full-size quilt. I’m too impatient. I buy them from people who have more patience than me. I have helped make some, but I’ve never done one by myself. Maybe some day…
So here’s the weekend recap…
It all started with a traffic jam on the North Fork which runs in front of my house. Can you believe this? Six of ’em!
They are off and paddling in the photo above.
However, this took a few minutes. Had to get the feel of it while sitting in the grass.
Just a beautiful Saturday morning…
After putting in at our house, they paddled underneath two swinging bridges, a tressel, floated past Abrams Creek and looped off the road quite a ways before they pulled out at the Mendota Bridge.
They passed by Hosses’ Farm, Big Loop Farm and Rohoboth Farm. Don’t you love farms with names?
So..then…guess what? I started making my curtain. I mean…it’s just a valance, right? Anyone can do it, rght? I didn’t want to line it and I wasn’t planning to line it, but my sister’s voice nagged me telling me I should line it and that I was being tacky for shortcutting. Tacky?I was totally irked at her. In the end, it didn’t matter, as I made the rod pocket too small. It doesn’t fit. She annoyed and distracted me so much that I didn’t measure properly. I hope she’s reading this so that she knows how upset I am.Sister…STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!!!I also think because I knew I had to go to work on Monday, I hurried.
But there is an alternative theory…I am such a sewing loser.
Check this out…when I went to match up my fabric…I didn’t make a big enough seam. Oh well.
Defeated, I’ve decided that I hate the whole process, and I called the amazing, wonderful, talented–and appreciated–lady who has made window treatments for me many times and asked her if she’d make me a stationary roman shade for my back door. Yes, I’m sure I could do it, but I’m not going to. For $20, I can have it done, and I’ll be there promptly a week from Friday.
Besides… I want to clean up the house and decorate for fall. Those bloggy linky parties are calling me.
So you might ask? Did she put her sewing machine away and clean up her mess?
Chrissy: “Are you kidding? “
Hmmm..nah…I didn’t get things put away. No, instead, I had cross words with my husband who inquired if I was ever going to clean up the mess, and I stalked off with my ipad to look up other projects that are more attuned with my talents. Like spray paint and picking out fabric for my stash.
Another fun thing…our neighbor, Molly Kiser at Rivermyst Farm, called about the peppers they had to share and did we know someone who wanted some? “Yes,” I answered, and then she offered me some, too! Some red ones. I don’t grow get red ones because I eat them before they turn red.
Look at her sweet note on the box…I love my neighbors!
Little insert here…I had to take those peppers…Molly had that certain pitch in her voice…a bit of desperation that made me think what she REALLY WAS SAYING was something like…”if you don’t take these peppers, I don’t know what I’m going to do with them…I’m really tired of seeing them.”
I understand this! People who grow food don’t want to waste a thing…but we get really, really tired of the garden producing so much in such a short period of time. Do you recall my summer squash? I didn’t think they’d every stop multiplying. It makes one…well, generous.
We delivered most of the peppers to the folks who needed them and then I got up early on Sunday and while doing a few other things, I chopped mine up and placed them in freezer.
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Here they are. I had already chopped and froze quite a few green peppers, and Molly’s generosity enabled me to add about 12 more packs of chopped red peppers. They look funny. Ha! I’ll be laughing all the way to my plate when I’m eating fahitas with these yummy peppers in them this winter. Thanks to the sweetness of my neighbors.
How are your neighbors treating you? When I lived in a subdivision of 1,000 homes, I knew about two families well enough to call them friends and about ten well enough to know their last names. We are blessed to live in southwest Virginia.
