We’ve dipped back into the firewood, after thinking that was all behind us.
Yesterday morning, while it was 39 inÂ Blacksburg, it was 27 here on Goose Creek. I haven’t told Ann yet, but the grape vines are toast.
And while our friends have had asparagus up for several weeks, ours are just now weakly pushing up through the mulch.
This frost-pocket location is not one chosen two hundred years ago by farmers who could afford the better soil and better sun up on the plateau. More likely, this cold valley was settled by poorer migrants, and those who valued the isolated, infrequently-traveled byways with cold, clear water at hand and a small patch to raise a crop of drinking corn.
The next piece down the road, by the way, has just come up for sale. We’d love some good neighbors. Let me know in comments if you’re interested in knowing more. Sign says “97 acres for $250K” and has a number to call.