Moving On

   I have been lost in this big 'ole house without kiddos here to fill it up with loads of  laughter and fun. Mr. Fritz and I find that we only use about 10% of the 4300 square feet of space on a daily basis.

The loneliness of waiting for him to get home from his long commute is really more than I need. The children for the most part did not grow up here (we moved into this home exactly 7 years ago today) and really don't have strong ties to the place. So....
   We have sold it and are moving!  Yesterday we calmly (or maybe not) sat at our favorite winery enjoying a bottle of Fletcher's Chardonnay and via the cell negotiated a great deal on a 12th floor condo just south of Washington DC that has amazing views of the city skyline. When the deal was done, we were both giddy with excitement. We talked about our New Life like a young couple who just got engaged!
   I will take with me many good memories of wonderful parties here.... Lots of sports team gatherings, The Mardi Gras Parties...the many Holiday Gatherings with our extended families....  It was wonderful to have the space to do all that. We will all miss "ManWorld", our unfinished basement, complete with an indoor lacrosse, football, dodgeball field, or as it was often called "the Idiot Ball Field."





    But life goes on and the other side of this moving plan involves finaly getting our own little weekend farm in the Shenandoah Valley here in Virginia. The Plan anyway...we will have to wait a few weeks to see if we can pull that off. In the mean time, I am packing....

Stoney Lonsome

With the coming of autumn, another wonderful season at Stoney Lonesome Farm has come to a close.

SLF grows organic vegetables under the Community Supported Agriculture model. Families pay a set amount of $$ to the farmer in return for 22 weeks of veggies and share both in the rewards and the potential hardships of farming. If the weather is wonderful, the crops are big and abundant. If the deer decide to have bush beans for dinner, the yields and therefor weekly baskets of veggies are a bit slimmer!

I have been a 'Harvest Helper' at the farm for several years now. I signed up with the intention of learning how to grow good food so that when I have land of my own, I will be able to have a large garden providing enough goodies to can and preserve for my family to enjoy all year round. 

Yet even if that dream becomes reality, I am not quite sure I will leave my scheduled Wednesday mornings at Stoney Lonesome.  While the vegetables are as lovely as can be, it is the growing of friendships that I have loved the most. The 6- 10 harvest helpers and interns that work each week are a diverse group of folks. We come from different continents, cultural and religious back rounds, have a 40 year age span and vary widely  in our economic footing. Yet the conversation flows freely as we work the rows picking the produce at just the right moment and cleaning and packing them for the rest of the CSA community. It is that sense of Community that will keep me coming back. I simply love being part of it!

                                                                 

My friend and fellow Harvest Helper Mary describes the experience so well in her FarmGirl Blog. And her pictures are the best! All I could add to it is that I believe the greatest product of Stoney Lonesome farm is the farmer herself and her babe.



Wonderment

There's nothing like spending time with a Grandchild! Seeing Nature through the eyes of a child's sense of surprise and awe stirs great joy in this Heart of mine.

Just simple pleasures....

like playing "Peek-a-Boo"....

...and finding a secret fort beneath the lumbering branches of a stately old southern magnolia tree...

...and seeing a child look up and say "Whoa!" as he discovers how big his world really is...

...and stopping to smell the roses takes on a whole new meaning when shared with this love of mine...

Sedona

A man need not know how to name all the oaks or the moths, or be able to recognize a synclinal fault, or tell time by the stars, in order to possess Nature. He may have his mind solely on growing larkspurs, or he may love a boat and a sail and a blue-eyed day at sea. He may have a bent for making paths or banding birds, or he may be only an inveterate and curious walker.

But I contend that such a fellow has the best of life - he and the Naturalists. You are ignorant of life if you do not love it or some portion of it, just as it is, as shaft of light from a nearby star, a flash of blue saltwater that curls around the five upthrust rocks of the continents, a net of green leaves spread to catch the lightand use it, and you, walking under the trees. You, a handful of supple earth and long white stones, with seawater running in your veins.

- Donald Culross Peattie

  An Almanac for Moderns

         1935

Photos taken October 2010 in Sedona Arizona by myself and Husband, renewed in commitment to one another and to the earth that we love.

Germany: The Wrap-Up

It's been 2 weeks since we returned home from that most Wonderful Trip. Mr. Fritz and I are still living high off the memories and I think we will be for a very long time to come.
We are missing the renewed friendships with the all cousins very much.   Very, Very Much.    Angelika and Hans, Wilhelm and Anja,  Bernd-Elmar and Annette....Thank you so much! It's our turn to buy. Come soon!
This much I do know:
    I will not let another 30something years go in between Fritz and his cousin's Hat Parties



Germany Part 5: St. Bricticus

I Loved this Church long before I met it. In Fact it was the very first thing that I wanted to see when we arrived in the village of Schoppingen. I had heard many a story from My husband's Parents about the Church in their hometown. I wanted to see the the stream that flows through village from beneath the Altar. I wanted to enter the Church and walk down the aisle

to stand at the foot of that Altar

Where so many many of Fritz's and hence my children's, ancestors had celebrated some of life's significant moments. The place were they sought refuge during life's struggles.
    The Church was built in the 8th Century I believe. The earliest mention of the town dates to around

725AD or at least that's what I think I read in German on the plaque in the garden behind the building.

The name Schoppingen means "Sheep Region" in an early German language. How fitting. My dream is to own a piece of land, have a large garden and maybe, just maybe raise a few sheep to provide me with wool to support my knitting habit. If that dream ever becomes reality, I will use this image from the Doors of St. Bricticus as my garden gate.

                                                                  

Germany Part 4: A Little Dignity Please

So many of the Lovely Architectural and Garden Pictures I took were among those lost.
These are just a few of the survivors: