I've never lived in the mountains. I've never even lived anywhere with hills. That is why everything here seems so exciting. On Thursday morning it was cool and damp and when I walked out of the cabin I realized I was standing in a cloud. Fog had settled into our little section of the mountains and lay thick enough that we could see it moving by. We walked to work and with each step the road revealed itself to us little by little. The weather is just as strange. It seems to have fallen into a pattern. Monday and Tuesday are almost guaranteed to be cold and/or wet, generally uncomfortable, Wednesday is a toss-up, while Thursday and Friday are generally warm and sunny (aside from this week). And guess what the forecast is for the next two days? Rain and highs in the 60s. Gotta respect consistency. And as far as farming goes, you can't get much better than a weekly rain. We will see how it goes over the rest of the summer. Here are some photos from the morning:
And for your viewing pleasure, I have a few pictures from a short ride along the Blue Ridge Parkway. On Saturday, after taking a slow morning, we decided to drive to Mabry Mill, an old mill restored to its picturesque glory. In the 1860s a man and his wife moved there and somehow, by the grace of god, the man built a mill for grinding corn. It's hard to comprehend how people did things back then without the use of trucks, machines, and motorized tools. Everything must have been a chore. Of course, while we were there, the mill closed, just as everything else in this area, so we never actually saw the inside of the mill. Such is life in rural everywhere. On the way, we stopped at a Rock Castle Gorge overlook. It was pretty incredible. Take a look:
This was our last two full day weekend. Starting this week, we will be getting up at 7 am on Tuesdays and Saturdays to harvest for the CSA. Saturday will end at 12 and naps will begin at 12:15. So long slow morning, so long.