Blogging is harder than one might think. Believe it or not my readers pander for the next installation, but sometimes there’s just nothing in the tank. As I’ve mentioned before, there are some drafts in my cue, but for one reason or another they go unfinished; hence, the word draft.

Other challenges living out here in what is referred to as the last mile, are slow download speeds, even slower upload speeds with only a limited amount of gigs per month. Once the gigs are used I’m put on the pioneer plan which means it’s slower than a covered wagon.

So in the interest of time, wanting to please, and in consideration of slooooow internet, I’ve decided to post a little tongue in cheek recap with a couple of photos until I address the draft folder, and of course, when the wagon gets to town, I’ll get the horses fed and watered, and get some new photography uploaded to my site.

Every Picture Tells a Story Don’t It?

The best way for me to recap the lazy days of summer or any timeframe in my life is by looking at my phone.

Remember I don’t have any concept of time so my phone helps me journal and remember what I’ve been doing. I also stopped wearing a watch, but that’s another story.

Usually, I snap away with my iPhone daily and rely on ‘the big camera’ for running outside in my pajamas to snap a pic of an eagle flying by, a heron on my dock or when I go on what I deem a ‘photo’ trip. It’s what we do here. Or better….what I do here.

But I digress.

You’d think because of where I live, I’d find it hard to keep busy, but it’s really not that difficult. People are aghast at our lack of shopping malls, strip malls, hell, even traffic lights (there are 2 in the county) to keep them occupied, but other adventures seem to make time fly as quickly as it ever has, and so it did as another summer came to an end.

For the Love of Bread

I’ve written about our inability to get food delivered to our front door, but I’ve been remiss in not mentioning our other food wish – good bread. Wonderful crunchy-topped sub rolls, fresh bagels from River Road in Fair Lawn, and a beautifully shaped kaiser roll from the local deli…sigh. They don’t exist here, and I’m not sure why.

Ergo if it’s a bagel and schmear one seeks, one must take up the rolling pin and get kneading.  Since my husband spent a better part of his mornings at his favorite bagel shop, he searched until he found a recipe that included what he deemed that important ‘boiling’ step and so the adventure began.

It wasn’t as difficult as we thought. In a couple short hours, with our kitchen doused with flour and sesame seeds we were sitting down to some pretty awesome bagels. We’ll re-engage with bagel making some time next month when the schmear arises.

We tried kaiser rolls a few months back and decided to take a pass at the big Ks. However, we did attempt sub rolls which were actually pretty good, but took too too long to make, so I’ll be driving to Mechanicsville to pick up and freeze whatever I can find. And just so you know, it’s not the water.

Stay-Cation

I pressed Michael into taking 5 days off from work to get an 11 day vacation. We decided on a stay-cation since rain was in the forecast, and we still have a kid in college (Go Monarchs!). We agreed to take a few day trips so, of course, we took one.

This escape took us to Louis Gitner Botanical Gardens just outside of Richmond — about 1.5 hours from us. This was a trip for the big camera, and I really did get a nice pay out. The purple passion flower, some of the butterflies and the lilies in the reflection pool held my attention for a long time. The pics speak for themselves. You can see them all here on my site.

The rain did keep us close to home but there’s always lots of  preparation when it rains so suffice it to say, we were busy.

Sunny day stay-cation activities included finishing up our dock repair and taking the boat out to enjoy the sunsets (oh, and they’ll get better). We spent a beautiful Sunday in Norfolk dropping said sophomore at college – a wonderful experience and concocted a way to watch the eclipse trying not to go blind. We were inspired and awed by nature when spying a visiting romp of otters and cutting our first home grown melon.

Neighboring in an Emergency

Neighboring is a way of life here. Exchanging your time, energy or expertise is commonplace and done with a silent refreshing kindness. One you don’t understand at the onset, but yearn to be a part of.

Our neighbor called needing help with an injured alpaca. We hopped on the 4-wheeler and flew down to his farm. The vet had arrived to stitch her up, and we quickly learned we were there to act as operating room assistants.

In the barn, we found three bales of hay which would double as an operating table, a barn fan in place to keep the patient and vet cool, and our patient, an older female. She obviously needed stitches, but first we needed to get her to ‘cooperate’. Fortunately, she’s been handled a lot in her lifetime and let the two of us hold her while the vet gave her a sedative.

As she became sleepy, we placed her on the hay. No sooner had I placed her head down when a lamp was pressed into my hand, and I was asked to hold it steady while the vet did her vet thing.

Everything went really well, and the vet finished just as our girl was waking up. Follow up included removing he stitches in about 2 weeks. The vet could certainly take the trip back, but did anyone know how to remove stitches?

“I do.”

It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I worked for an oral surgeon when I was in high school and pulled a few stitches out in my day, so I’ll be removing Nicolette’s in about 3 days.

Our O.R. charges without insurance – a handful of peacock plumes and a bucket of fresh eggs, which I gathered myself.

A few mornings later, my neighbor generously showed up before we were up and hauled away our old dock wood. Neighboring.

We’re Still Wearing Shorts

We’ll still have some summer-like temps and humidity well into September which is one of the bonuses of moving south. It also means we get to still wear shorts – a personal favorite.

You can hear the rumble of the machines running through the fields in the early evenings beginning in September. If you’re lucky and the air is just right you get a whiff of sweet corn.

 

 

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