Tag Archives: Weaverville

Spa Day at the Flying L Farm

05/01/2013

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Clockwise from top:  Sweet Pea, Snapdragon, Poe, and Clara Barton. Like I say, they’re getting along pretty well.  The girls were happy to roll in last  year’s mulch and freshly scratched dirt in the warm sun today.  They had chopped pear and strawberry and banana for a treat, and I cleaned the coop and changed […]

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SWARM!

05/20/2012

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I am SO excited!  For once, The Blog came to me.  Last Monday, my visiting sister-in-law, Margaret, spotted a honeybee swarm on our property!  I came home from work to find the house a-buzz with the talk of bees.  Monday morning the bees began arriving and attached themselves to a cross-bar on an old arch that leads into an even older, […]

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Gifts

12/12/2011

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Snippets of time, little blessings, fond memories, heartaches… All things experienced at new or different levels this holiday season. I feel hyper-alert, jumpy, and oddly enough, grateful. Trying to balance the joy of Christmas with my family (after two decades in another state) with the gaping hole right in front of us all. Christmas this […]

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I may have to go all steam-of-consciousness for a while…

11/29/2011

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That is about all I have time to do – stream of consciousness. I have not lost interest in local farms. In fact, I may be living in the highest concentration of them in the eastern half of the country. I am more interested than ever! But a wee break is in order… I hope […]

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Thankful

11/26/2011

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On the 12th of November we drove straight through from St. Chuck, IL, to Alexander, N.C.   I had the cats in my vehicle and followed John in his blissfully cat-free truck.  Amos and Rascal meowed from an hour west of Chicago to an hour south of Indianapolis, despite the liberal use of a kitty-calming cheek pheromone spray.  (For […]

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To Everything, Turn, Turn, Turn…

10/30/2011

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Seasons are changing, metaphorically and literally.  Last Saturday, my sister-in-law Cindy and I hiked up a trail near Weaverville, North Carolina.  The trail twists and turns up to the old Rattlesnake Lodge and the ruins of a stone pool.  At the turnaround point, there was a little fresh water spring, clear and cold, from which […]

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