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Fall Color

Fall Color

The Fall color this year is amazing! It is enough to dazzle the senses and ease those thoughts that we are about to loose another glorious mountain summer.









Even the wildflowers are getting in on the act.
Look at the Witch Hazel →

and the Purple Asters ↓


← and the Goldenrod









← and the Iron Weed









We have firewood stacked and are ready for winter.


Grandkids Visit (2011)

Grandkids Visit (2011)


The time I most look forward to finally arrived, Cat and Sam came from Denver for a visit, this year bringing my Daughter, Kristy along as well.






They enjoyed a closeup look at the Honey Bees out in the Bee Yard. Mike showed them how we inspect each frame periodically to make sure that there is a working queen bee laying eggs, that the bees are finding enough nectar and pollen to bring in and store, and that there is no visible disease present.

They did indeed locate the queen on this frame and could see that she had been very busy laying eggs. And since it is the time of the year when the Sourwood Trees bloom in these mountains, the bees not only had enough honey stored, but they a lot of extra honey that we will harvest soon. The Sourwood is our premium honey and is desired for its smooth delicious taste.

Cat found to her delight that the bees are really quite gentle and most of the time not apt to want to sting.

Mike gave her a drone first to hold. The drones are the males and do not have a stinger. He crawled around on her hand, probably enjoying all the wonderful scents there.

In no time at all both Cat and Sam were fearlessly interacting with the bees and finding out what every beekeeper knows… that it is a joy to be among the honey bees and to tend their hives.



We had the 2nd Annual Cabin Porch Pickin’. The neighbors came for Barbeque and as is customary in the mountains, brought along their music. Cat had her mandolin and Sam had a borrowed guitar and they were ready to join in the jam. It ranged from rousing Blue Grass tunes, to lovely gospel songs where everyone joined in singing. Sam surprised us all by beginning the “Dueling Banjos” which the other guys quickly joined in with great gusto. Grammy (that’s me) even joined in one tune with my dulcimer and the band accommodated by playing at my slower pace, since I am still quit the beginner.

Below are samples of the jam for you to listen to………










Memories are the next best thing to the actual doing, and sitting on the cabin porch this evening playing my Dulcimer, the memories, along with our resident cicadas and frogs making their night noises, are keeping Mike and me company.

Blackberry Pickin’

Blackberry Pickin’

In all the profusion of spring wildflowers, there is a simple white blossom, and though it may be plain, it hints of the glorious berries to come later.

As spring is winding down and summer approaches, the tangles of prickly Blackberry bushes get so thick along our road and any meadow that was not earlier bush-hogged, that I would be tempted to curse the gosh-awful stuff if not for the promise of the berries. Then somewhere near the 4th of July, just when you think it would be nice to just torch the whole thicket before it can scratch one more bare leg, or the side of a passing car; we arrive for our weekend at the cabin and our world is covered with juicy, sweet, bumpy, Blackberries.

The nice thing is they don’t all get ripe at once. There will be ripening berries for several weeks to come. And just about the time the berries in the hollow begin winding down, the berries in the higher elevation up on the ridges are in full swing. This year, we have had ripe berries to pick for over a month and still picking.




Blackberries make wonderful pies and I have enough in the freezer to make pies all winter long.




NewBees In The Apiary

NewBees In The Apiary

Because we lost our entire in-town bee yard this past winter to the Colony Collapse Disorder, we moved all the mountain yard hives to town so they could take advantage of the earlier spring there. That meant we had to make new hives for the mountain apiary. Mike ordered twelve packages of live bees from a breeder.

Our son, Matt, and his friend joined us for the installation day. It was a cool crisp spring morning, perfect for playing with the bees. The bees were happy to finally be moved from their cramped quarters in the little Nuc (breeding box) to their new home in full hives. The air was so full of bees that we need to wear veils to keep them out of our faces. They were not angry or anxious to sting ….. just happy to be home.

We located the queens to make sure that each of the hives had a queen, and gave each hive a jar of sugar-water to tide them over until they begin foraging to store some nectar and pollen.

Hopefully they will be rockin’ and rollin’ by the time the Sourwood trees bloom towards the end of June -  first of July.

Speaking our son, Matt …. he has followed in his dad’s footsteps and keeps bees at his home in Brevard, NC. Check out his honey website at



Antique “Pickers”

Antique “Pickers”

Look what treasures I found on the way to the cabin this week. We stopped at an “antique / junk” place along the road and made them an offer on a neat little pile of “stuff”.

Among other treasures, I got a huge CocaCola “button” sign to hang on the barn …….













and a  old iron pot to hang in the hearth.

Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home ……

Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home ……

Every fall the ladybugs that have spent the warm months in the forest are looking for a warm shelter to spend the coming winter. It seems they love the little nooks and crannies between the logs of our cabin. Our first year here, swarms of the little critters found their way in and took up residence. At first glance, this seemed like a workable arrangement. After all, what harm could the tiny ladies be, and they are so cute.

As the weather grew colder, they hid away, and we had no idea how bad the infestation was to become. Perhaps if they had stayed out of sight in their nooks and crannies, all would have been well. But, fooled by any sudden warmth, they poked their selves out to have a look. This meant, when we visited the cabin on a weekend and turned the heat on; they would crawl out of hiding and congregate on the windows looking for a way to the outside. If the sun warmed up a window, dozens would appear, crawling over the glass panes. The warmth of lit light bulbs would attract them. If we turned on the light that hangs over the dining table, we would have ladybugs falling into our plates. Have you ever tasted a ladybug? Yeaaaaach, they taste so disgustingly bitter that even birds and other bugs won’t eat them. So we swept them up from the floor in heaps, raked them from the window sills by the handful. Then when spring came, all the remaining ladybugs emerged from hiding and we had them everywhere!

And though I had always had a particular affection for this little bug, I was now thinking horrid and ghastly thoughts of extermination.

The answer turned out to be not quite that nasty. Mike found a spray that he coated the outside of the cabin with this fall that repelled them. We still have a few that sneak in, and that’s okay. I can once again look at these spotted ladies with affection. There is now a little cast-iron ladybug sitting on their favorite sunniest windowsill in memory of the great infestation, which thankfully, we can now laugh about.

Mountain Aires

Mountain Aires

Though it is our choice to not have TV or Internet at the cabin, we do have a little Sony music system. And our music selections include favorites like:

  • The Three Pickers: Earl Scruggs, Doc Watson, and Ricky Skaggs
  • Alison Krauss and Union Station
  • Béla Fleck
  • John Hartford
  • A huge collection of Appalachian Folk Music
  • The Appalachian Picking Society
  • Celtic Woman

While at the Smokey Mountain National Park this summer I picked up several more albums at their gift shop. To our delight one of them, as it turned out, fast became a favorite.

Listen to samples at Amazon

Mountain Aires is a traditional acoustic folk band that started as a group of young home-schooled boys in Wake County, NC. The guys began playing together for fun and family then recorded their first CD in 2008.

When I heard the first song on the album, Old Joe Clark, I was hooked. It’s one of the first songs I learned to play on my Dulcimer. I was just blown away with their sound! It’s toe-tapping music that speaks to one’s soul. It was inspiration …. made me want to practice my Dulcimer more. Their rendition of Be Thou My Vision was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes. I have to learn to play that for sure.

They have a new Christmas Album out, I ordered it and can’t wait to hear it! Check out their website at:

Leather Britches

Leather Britches

If these logs could only talk they would surely tell of the LEATHER BRITCHES hung here in days gone by.

This was a popular way of preserving (drying) green beans for use in the winter. They would use a large darning needle and thread it with strong thread (I used quilting thread). They would tie the thread around the first bean to keep it from slipping through, I just used an old button tied to the thread. Then they began stringing the beans, one at a time, pushing the needle and thread through the center of each bean and drawing the bean down towards the knotted button, leaving a bit of thread on the other end to use for hanging in a dry place.

The beans become shriveled and wrinkled as they dry. They can be removed from hanging as needed and dropped into a pot of water with perhaps a ham bone or some bacon for flavor. I have been told that we have all but lost the variety of bean that our ancestors used. It had a hull that remained tender during the drying process. When we get moved up here full time, and I can make a garden, I will have to try some heirloom bean varieties and find one suitable to eat after drying. I hear the “Barnes Mountain Cornfield Bean” is a good one.

Until then, I guess mine will only be “decoration”. a great conversation grabber about an older time.

The Porch Swing

The Porch Swing







On the back porch there is a swing ……



……..  and sitting in it transforms me back into the past. I am once again a child spending a summer month at my grandparent’s farm in Alabama.

There was a swing on Mema’s porch too, and I spent many hours there. The memories of which are much too precious and personal to write in great detail here. Sometimes the porch swing was a retreat to contemplate a childish transgression. Sometimes I was there to just soak in the simple pleasure of a warm lazy summer day and watch the huge spider in the corner of the eaves (thankfully on the outside of the screen) catch flies in his web.

The swing was sometimes a rocket to the moon, sometimes a boat on the Nile, sometimes a train to Paris, or a hot-air balloon soaring through the clouds. Once it was a basket that left me for the garden fairies to find and rescue me from the hairy goblin that lived under the porch. Often it was a cradle to rock the dolls I played with and hummed lullabies to. And sometimes the swing was a flower-covered prop in a ballet in which my cousin Cindy and I were the stars.

Sometimes it was the place to swing with wild abandon and sing Zippidy Doo Da loudly and off-key I admit, out of sheer happiness. The song would always end with me jumping out of the swing as if it was the grand finale and I was taking a bow while hundreds of adoring fans applauded.

I planned my whole future from that old swing, I cried, I laughed, I sang, I pondered, I imagined and I dreamed.


Now sitting here in the reality of those childhood dreams, I know how wonderfully a loving God has brought my life full circle. Now my own porch swing is a place to remember and reflect on how it has all turned out. I don’t think there is a goblin under this porch; I think he has moved out to live under the ugly fake plastic rock that covers the well pump.

Gourd House

Gourd House

Purple Martins love to nest in a large gourd. The practice was begun by Native Americans and continues today.

The Purple Martin is a very beautiful friendly native bird found in the Eastern half of the U.S. who is being decimated by the introduction of the European pests Starlings and English House Sparrows. The Martin loves to live near humans and is indeed now dependent on humans to help provide nesting places. Its beautiful song and a graceful acrobatic flight make it a favorite to watch.


Click here to listen to the Purple Martin’s song


This weekend, Mike built a hanging gourd “village” in hopes of attracting some Martins to nest here.