Shining in the sun
Morning after a rain
Sorry I didn’t post last week. So I’ll post two this week to make up. 🙂
Last week we got about a foot of snow. And it was about 8*F out, too, which makes it really hard for this girl to stay inside and not take photos! But when they were saying “frostbite in less than 10 minutes” on the radio, I figured I should stay inside. 🙂
So here are a few I grabbed from the front porch and windows.
Love the sun!
Aren’t all the lines from the wind blowing cool? And the light. OH. THE. LIGHT. Photographers like light. 🙂
More lines 🙂
We went up north to Lost Branch Blueberry Farm to (you guessed it) pick blueberries a few weeks ago. They have delicious berries, and we really enjoy going. We were able to go once a few years ago, and I just recently finished the berries we had frozen from that trip. I was really glad that we were able to pick more!
We have great timing – we went up on what was predicted to be the hottest day of the year yet. And it was pretty hot. I picked until 6:30/7-ish, but most of our group had already stopped by that point. I ended up burning BOTH my arms and my neck (so I was a regular redneck, ha ha).
The heat really wasn’t all that bad. Once you had gone out there and gotten used to it, the heat didn’t bother you. Or at least, it didn’t bother me.
We drove up with some friends of ours, and picked that afternoon/evening (I can’t remember a date – although it was a Tuesday). That evening we had dinner with the P. family (sweet friends of ours), and then headed back to the lodge to
turn in stay up way-too-late talking. But it was fun.
The next morning, Meiling, Mom, and I went to pick some more while Noah and the friends we drove up with went swimming in the pond. It was a very nice pond, I would have gone swimming in it, too, except for two things:
1. I hadn’t brought a swimsuit, and I had no spare clothes to get dirty.
2. I was there to pick.
We left Wednesday afternoon, having picked 41 pounds of berries.
When we got back that evening, the grand processing took place. We started washing and freezing the berries, and deciding how many we were going to leave out for other purposes. We froze all but two colanders-full, which would be used for some canning (blueberry syrup) and a pie.
That night Mom wanted me to use up some apricots that I had been planning to use in a crisp, but were aging on the counter instead. I pulled up a recipe, and cut up the apricots, but I didn’t have enough for a whole batch. Mom added a few tired peaches, but we still didn’t have enough. I threw in a handful of blueberries and a few pitted cherries. Mom tried some that night and said it was really good. I can’t comment, because I made it gluten and grain-ful and didn’t eat any, but Noah liked it too, and I believe Drake did.
On this past Wednesday I canned four jars of what was supposed to be blueberry syrup, but I think it is really jam. I made a pie the same day, which used up one colander of berries. I am hoping to can some syrup that remains syrup with the remaining colander full.
Thanks for having us, Lost Branch Blueberry Farm! It was a blast!
Pom juice on manager’s special at Kroger – got to love it!
My berry bucket
Wednesday morning – in the blueberry patch
Walking back to the lodge – A harvested wheat feild
The fruit mixture of my crisp
Lots o’ berries
The crisp topping
Mom had gotten several pineapples on sale at the grocery store…
…so we dehydrated several
A blueberry rolled under the oven, and Lucy was trying to get at it. Poor Lucy.
I had grand plans of posting about our trip to a you-pick blueberry farm this evening.
And then tonight happened.
But nothing really happened tonight.
I was in the kitchen prepping dinner semi-early, and Meiling and Noah were outside. They had two Frisbees that they had gotten at the County Fair last night (we worked there yesterday). They were the kind with the big hole in the middle – just large plastic rings. They weren’t throwing them at each other, they were using them to…um…do things. Like the put a long stick thing through both, then one carried one Frisbee and the other carried the other. They hung things from them, dropped things through them, carried things with them. And they showed us many of the poses.
Mom and Dad were behind me, just chatting, discussing (among other things) plans for tonight. There weren’t a whole lot.
Once I had gotten dinner pretty much ready, I headed out the door to go pick up Drake from work. On my way, I stopped at Sonic to get a medium cherry limeade, since Mom had a token for a free one, and she told me I could use. So I got it. A whole medium! It made me feel so grown up. A soda AND driving. If myself 4 years ago could have seen me then, she would have asked who that person was, because there was no way that could have been her.
Earlier today I ran something over to a friend’s home. After I had gotten over halfway there, I realized I had forgotten what I was supposed to take to them. So I had to go home. And it made my trip that much longer. But I actually kind of liked it. It was one of those beautiful days, not too warm, clear blue sky, just a few white, semi-wispy clouds, and all the colors oh-so-vibrant. And there is just something wonderful about flying down a country highway, windows down, radio playing, hair flying. It almost made me half glad that nobody was home when I got there, so I just had to leave my things there. No one needed to see THAT crazy hair.
That feeling carried over to my trip to get Drake, and the soda. It was so beautiful. After I grabbed Drake, we chatted on the way home. He said that, since it was Friday, everyone there was joking, and having more fun. It just added to my feeling of a relaxed, happy Friday.
When we got home, Mom and I were outside, when I heard some music. And it sounded like it was getting closer. Dad appeared around the corner holding the speaker from inside, music blaring, with Meiling and Noah behind him, bearing Frisbees. We all started throwing the Frisbees back and forth, to the happy music.
And then Mom lit the burn pile, and the smoke outlined the sunbeams that were straining through the trees. I ran inside to get my camera.
I took a few shots of the smoke, and then laid down in the grass, and took a few self-portraits. They are among my favorites. Not because they are amazing. Because they capture the moment.
It wasn’t anything that we did, or really anything we did. It was the feeling, the mood, that prevailed, that is what made it memorable. The relaxedness. The laid-backness. The love. The feeling of family. The whatever goes feeling.
We have been running almost nonstop for the past two weeks. And I have been feeling pressured to do more school, and to be more busy (if that makes sense).
But the other day, Meiling and I were home alone. And we were sitting on the floor in the family room, making friendship bracelets. After that, we were going to read “Little House on the Prairie,” which we call Laura.
While we were sitting there, I kept feeling like I should go do something productive. School. Prep for our trip. Oh, I am sure that my room could have used a cleaning.
But I really just wanted to stay there.
And then it kind of hit me. It’s summer. I don’t ALWAYS have to be working, busy. And this was one of those times that I was going to remember for a long time, if not forever. And I don’t want to squish that, brush it out of the way, with “what-I-really-should-be-doing.” School. Cleaning. All great things.
But in the end, what do they mean? What do they count for?
Meanwhile, I have a little sister who won’t be seven forever. And what do I want her to remember about me in 10-15 years? The older sister who was always closeted up with her books, saying, “SHH! Please shut the door when you leave!” or as the sister who took time to read, to make friendship bracelets, bake fun things, do projects.
Oftentimes, Drake, Noah, and I talk about all the things that we used to play. The forts. The games. Like pretending that we were orphans (our parents had been killed by monsters – more specifically, their bites, I think), and we had to move from room to room, being orphans with no home now. (Side note: we actually didn’t remember this one, but I found it in an old journal, and it TOTALLY sounds like something we would have played.)
And Meiling doesn’t have any of those memories.
Now we’re doing school, driving, going to work, running errands, cooking, programming, building, and other what-not, while Meiling is being her little self, at the same age when we were playing in cardboard boxes, cooking pretend food, and taping paper facial hair on one another (I don’t think I ever wore any of that). And she doesn’t have any memory of that.
So I want to be the sister that takes time for her. If not to play in cardboard boxes and make paper facial hair, but to at least take time out for her. Read to her. Participate in her make-believes. And give her some of the memories that we have.
And tonight was one of those nights, in a way.
Just a random, fun memory. Not perfect, but wonderful in spite of the imperfection, maybe because of it. Or maybe because it seemed so great.
That was today.
As I was walking outside today, I realized that I hadn’t walked through the garden just to look for awhile. So I went to take a look.
This year we have tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, asparagus, herbs, and some lettuce. Everything seems to be doing very well!
We have some tomato blossoms…
…and some tomatoes!
Actually, quite a few tomatoes
Most of the asparagus looks like this
Lots of butterflies!
Busy bee in the thyme
Our parsley is about two feet tall now!
We have some cucumbers like this…
…some like this…
…and some with flowers! Another butterfly
I found this interesting cucumber blossom
And had to take many photos of it!
Look at all these little cucumbers!
Our last stop was 10 or so days near Charlottesville, Virginia (we were in Nellysford, specifically). This is the city where I was born, and we were able to be there over my 18th birthday, which was quite fun.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
*Important urgent update* I can’t remember everything we did and in what order it was done. We spent some days just chilling, so I will recap the highlights in the order I remember.
The first day (Thursday) we drove by the hospital building where I was born (the hospital has now moved), Dad’s old work building, and Mom and Dad’s old home. We also stopped by the home of some of our previous neighbors, and my first baby sitter. 🙂 We also did the necessary grocery shopping.
Friday was my birthday. I chose to spend it quietly at the rental, and not go anywhere. Dad and the younger children went in to town to get the car looked at, because the brakes were squeaking. (We were staying up on a mountain, which was a *little* rough on the car.) I opted to stay home. I believe I updated my “About” page. I painted my toenails a cute red. And I made some AWESOME grain-free chocolate chip cookies, a recipe that I had gotten from a good friend. They were so good, the batter even was good (one of my tests to see if a recipe will turn out). We made pizza for dinner, and I made this delicious grain-free pizza crust. LOVE it!
It had been a rather warm day, and we had had the windows open most of the afternoon. We also had the front door open, as there was a storm door. When we were just about done with dessert, Mom looked up and said, “Noah, was that you?”
Noah was loading a dish in the kitchen.
“Did you make that noise?”
Noah was peeking around the corner toward the front door. “No, it came from over there.”
Mom sent Drake over to look. Drake took a quick look. “Dad? You need to come over here.”
Dad quickly marched over to the door and slammed it. As the front door was glass, we could still see outside. Dad flicked on the outside light, and it revealed…
A good-sized black bear had smelled the cooking and had come around to see what was going on. He had opened the storm door (yes, you read that right) and was standing on the threshold, ready to come inside, but he hesitated and had turned around, which gave Dad time to shut the door. He stood up on his hind legs and put his paws on the glass. And pushed.
I must confess. I was pretty scared. Yes, my knees were knocking. So before you peg me as being brave, imagine me standing around the corner, knees knocking, asking if *just maybe* we should call the police.
We did call the police, but by the time the police came (they came quite quickly), the bear had left. While we were waiting for them to arrive, Mom noticed that the lights in the van were on. After asking everyone, it was ascertained that no one had left the door open. When the police came, they told us that it was the bear. The bear had opened two doors on our van, and had rifled through the whole thing.
There was dirt and pollen all in the car. On. Every. Chair.
There hadn’t been any food in there, but the bear had helped himself to a few Kleenex boxes, a water bottle, a cup, and the wipe container. He had put a few rips in the back seat of the car.
Sadly, I GOT NO PICTURES of the bear. But I did get photos of some of his damage.
One of the Kleenex boxes
Apparently he liked wipes
He didn’t get the top off 🙂
The next day we went to Monticello, which was quite interesting. It has beautiful views. Given, there are beautiful views EVERYWHERE in Virginia. But Monticello had beautiful views.
Heading to Monticello – Blue Ridge Mountains
A hallway that goes underneath Monticello. Monticello is built on a mountain (Monticello means Little Mountain), and things are built on levels as you go down the mountain. The roof of part of this hallway is the terrace that comes out of Monticello. Off to the right are the old slaves’ quarters (not down the hallway, but off to the right in the picture). It’s a rather interesting set-up. Anyways, down this hall is the wine cellar.
LOVE the blue sky!
Some local grape juice that we purchased. It taste like raisins. Very…interesting. I’d get the purple kind next time. 🙂
The next week Mom took us to Montpelier (Dad was working). Montpelier was my favorite of the three president’s homes that we visited. It was the least recreated, but it is just gorgeous. And the view. Oh the view. (You’ll see it below).
We stopped at a scenic overlook on the way to Montpelier. I believe this is looking toward Charlottesville.
Pansies at the Montpelier Welcome Center
The view from Montpelier’s front porch
If you look very carefully at the horizon, you can see the Blue Ridge Mountains. They are 20 miles away. B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.
Madison’s front door
In the gardens
Drake’s legs were sore, so he went to chill in the shade. Meiling joined him.
On the way home
Mom took Noah, Meiling, and I to Market Street in Charlottesville to walk around. It is blocked off so no cars are there. It is chock full of cute little shops.
Market Street – The Mole Hole was a neat little shop
Mom loves giraffes. 🙂
When my parents lived in Charlottesville, they visited this restaurant often. It was Sylvia’s Pizza then. Now it’s Vita Nova.
We stopped at this little gelato shop. It. Was. AWESOME!!!!
My ice cream. I had a chocolate sorbet and a dulce de leche ice cream. Oh my. The dulce de leche ice cream was SO VERY VERY good. I got one ice cream and one sorbet, so at least I was HALF good. 🙂
On the way home we stopped at a creek that ran along the side of the road, and I played with shutter speed.
On a walk with everyone
You’ve got to LOVE the view
King of the hill 🙂
This *officially* concludes all the posts about our trip. I’m really glad that it’s done now, as I have some exciting things to post! Well, I hope you enjoyed!
It snowed yesterday. It snowed, and snowed, and snowed.
Needless to say, the world is a rather white place today. My siblings and I went for a walk down to the creek. If you remember this post, I love the creek. I had never seen it in it’s snowy garb, so I was pleased to see it this way. I hope you enjoy!
Gettin’ over the log
A photographer’s been here 🙂