Category Floyd County

Life, Interrupted

Yesterday’s puzzler: Interrupted Fern. The one from yesterday was just beginning to uncoil. I have a few more fern images from this spring that I will post, even though we were out of town when the neighbor’s fern meadow was…

Welcome to the Anthropocene

I’m curious to know about the general awareness among typical Americans with this term, Anthropocene. I suppose one could do a formal polling if they had an adequate supply of potential participants. This blog no longer does. So I’ll just…

Floyd’s Land’s Sake 2012

I’ve been tending other blogs this morning, getting ready for this year’s Earth Day event which, starting last year, is dubbed “Land’s Sake” and this year, is subtitled Field Forest and Farm. Details are just coming together but the vendors…

DOA a Deer

A young man–a late teen-ager, stopped his car in our drive and left the motor running. He approached the house and I went out to see what he wanted. He introduced himself and explained he was looking for a place to…

You Father’s Hardware: Farmers’ Supply

What ever the opposite of writer’s block is, I have it. My brain and computer clipboard are gathering way more snippets of conversation-rich bits from recent daily threads than I can possibly focus on this morning. Mom is still here,…

Good Views, Bad Views

I don’t think I’ve posted this image from Week One with the iPhone. The shot is from down near the “Green Hole”–a plunge pool near where Goose Creek meets Level Bottom Creek on its way to its confluence with Bottom…

Frosty Morn

Frost is so heavy on the pasture grasses it looks like snow. And the sun has taken me by surprise, coming an hour earlier than it did a few days ago, so not sure I’ll be able to get pix.…

Oct 19: Speaking at The Wednesday Club

I’m very much looking forward to special opportunity to share my photography and writing with a receptive audience in Danville on Wednesday, October 19. This will be my 2nd visit to the Wednesday cCub——a women’s organization that has a long…

Creek Jots ~ 26 Sept

* Good thing we foraged the wild grapes last week. The tame ones within the garden stockade all disappeared in one night, not a one on the ground, every one in a coon belly. I hope they got a belly…