Tuesday, August 3, 2021

At Last

55 this morning, so nice and cool.

Finally, this evening, after watching storm after storm pass us by, we finally got some rain.

I am beyond grateful. And so are the gardens. 



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Monday, August 2, 2021

Booths and Gardens

55 and foggy, with a clear day expected. Some light rain last evening and the evening before has been a blessing.

I am so grateful for these cooler mornings. The little bit of rain we got wasn't nearly enough, but it helped cool things down. And the heavy fog and dew added a little more moisture so the gardens look happier, and so do we. We will have to water again this evening, but we had a day or two respite.

Not much news from here. We stocked our Marietta booth yesterday but I forgot to take photos. July was probably the best month we have ever had at this location, clearing enough to pay all our taxes for the year--here in WV that's personal property, real estate, the business taxes and tax on our gas well. That's a good feeling. Riverbend booths are also doing exceptionally well, again probably the best month we've ever had. 

We restocked Riverbend Friday. Here's a few photos of the changes.


The dressing table we took in last week. Below is the stool that goes with it.


A different way to display hankies--in a spoon rack.













The Delta variant of Covid has us worried, however. Will this become the Covid Journal again? I hope not. Larry has a trip to Florida coming up, and the news from there isn't good. He'll be at his sister's home and not traveling around but still there are the airports. In our county there are currently 21 cases, but after fair week I expect that number to go up. I guess it's time to mask up again, although the masks we have are not the kind that can protect us, but just protect others from us. Still, every little bit helps, I suppose.

On the garden front, Larry picked and we shelled limas the other day. It's the first time we've raised them, and they've done well except Larry jumped the gun and picked most of them too soon. But since we've not raised them before he wasn't sure when exactly to pick. There's another bunch coming on soon, so they'll be bigger beans I'm sure. Even so we got enough for half a dozen meals and I'm happy since it was only a half row. We'll grow more of them next year.

The tomatoes are starting to ripen fast now, and I'll be making Jenn's chili sauce today. We really liked it; it makes a fast and easy meal with kielbasa or other sausage and put over rice or pasta. We're eating tomatoes three meals a day, heaven in my book. Mostly what we have right now are the Black Crims, Indigo Cherry, and German Pinks. All are heritage varieties and are really producing. The late cabbages are doing very well despite the drought, a testament to Larry's watering. My late lettuce, kale, beets, onions and squash in the small rock-walled garden are all doing well once they got large enough that Clyde the cat quit digging in there. That was frustrating; I'll need to find a way to keep him out if there is such a way.

That's about all the news for now. I hope all of you are well and getting a little rain. Seems like it's dry almost everywhere.


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Friday, July 30, 2021

Fair Night

66 this morning and cloudy. The promised rain did not materialize. We had about 4 drops. Watering the gardens continues. The day turned sunny and nice. But no rain.

It's a quiet night on the ridge.

No neighbors' trucks, no cars, only one lonely four-wheeler venturing across all evening.

Why?

Because this is county fair week, and Friday and Saturday nights are the big nights--truck pulls, tractor pulls, who-knows-what-else-pulls. Biggish named bands performing. Big nights for livestock auctions. The carnival will be in full swing too, and the food vendors will be doing big business.

Which is why it's so quiet on Railey Ridge. Some local kids are in 4-H or FFA and have their animals and other projects on exhibit. For older people it's the bet opportunity to meet up with people they haven't seen in a while, especially during the pandemic.

For us, well, it's a time to enjoy the peace. The ridge is the way I remember from my earlier days here. No noise. Just us and our dogs and the quiet, quiet sky.

There are of course the night creatures' evening chorus. Tree frogs, bullfrogs, some kind of insect that's not a cicada--not our turn this year--and far off a lonesome whippoorwill. In the sky a jet blinks tiny lights, way up high, and a satellite makes it solitary way across the blackness. The moon is not up so the stars hold dominion and it's quite a show they're making of it. 

We, on the porch, sip our wine, pet the dogs, clear off the porch swing so the cat can get up there in "his" swing, and listen to the night sounds. No bands, no revving engines, no roar of carnival and equipment. 

I understand those who enjoy the fair. We used to be there every year, and every night of the fair's run, when our sons were young. We visited and cheered the pulls and exclaimed over the prices at the livestock sales and ate corn on the cob and barbecued chicken and ice cream. The boys were all over the fairgrounds, stopping now and again to ask for a few dollars and disappearing into the crowds. It was fine, back then, to let them run because it was a safe place. Or so we thought. I wonder now if it was really as safe as we thought but fortunately no harm befell our boys and they have fond memories of their days and nights during fair week.

Now, it's okay to not be there, but to be here instead. It's not that we're getting old, although we certainly are. It's more that we are more deeply appreciative of all that is right here, and that's okay too.

Although I do miss that barbecued chicken and cherry nut ice cream.

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