Gotta dust off the old blog and take it out of hibernation.
I know it is spring in Valle Crucis and here's how I can tell. During a walk in the park I witnessed:
- Charles Church tilling the broccoli bed near the Watauga River.
- The forsythia overlooking the creek near the Mast Annex is blooming.
- The trout fishing peeps are out in force in the river.
- The birdhouses in the park are being reclaimed quite aggressively by the swallows.
- I could hear children laughing during recess at the elementary school.
- A young mother played with her toddlers in the small pools at the river's edge.
In other doings:
I was fortunate to visit my pal Sally and husband Gary at their Forkridge Farm out Bethel way Saturday. Sally and I took off into the woods on a quest for ramps. For the next couple of weeks, this potent wild onion will grace the woodland floor. We scored plenty and later that evening I cleaned them and have been using them in all kinds of dishes. I am particularly fond of having them grace the tops of deviled eggs, that and throwing a couple of raw ones into a batch of homemade hummus I made.
Also while at their home I met their new unnamed puppy. While Sally contemplates it's appellation, I've dubbed it Gary's dog because it is quite apparent the little black and white fur ball has already lick her way into Gary's heart.
The mountains are full of activity. Folks are out working in their yards and gardens, the bugs and bees are flying, and I am definitely more inclined to go out and take photos...
