Country Girl

Here Comes the Sun

For a while, the mechanics of the new blog platform will overwhelm any expressive urges and efforts. It will be like driving somebody else’s car, or cooking in their kitchen. I know what needs to be done and where I want to go. I just don’t know where Word Press keeps its spatula.

I’ve fumbled around here trying to make this image centered using the edit-image dialog and couldn’t do it. There. The center paragraph seems to have done it. Next time this simple everyday task won’t use up so much early morning (and pre-coffee I might add) energy. Baby steps.

The image is from what few images I have here on the laptop, but it seems appropriate to the setting of the day. We’ll be making a five hour trip back from Carolina with Abby, who can hardly wait to see Tsuga-dog. And chase butterflies in the meadow. And “fall” in the creek.

Her grampa is looking forward to exploring the familiar through six-year-old eyes, and to the certainty of bringing home some kodak moments to share.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. the most wonderful days of my childhood were spent in Floyd co. in my grandma and grandpa’s creek going towards dash and run. We still come yearly and I place my feet in the creek! I’m 53