Happy Monday, everyone! It’s been a wet one here in the cove today. We had a firewood delivery around noon consisting primarily of chunks of un-split locust. Viking that he is, Glenn went out, axe in hand, and helped the guys that brought the wood split and stack it. In the pouring rain. A keeper, that one.
The unseasonable weather this weekend was a thing of beauty, albeit it an odd, curious one. I noticed activity in both beehives, which is a good sign that they’re both still alive, but worrisome in that I hope they can hold out for the rest of the winter until nectar sources bloom. Still, it was lovely to see them in all their winged glory, buzzing about, being, well, bees.
Saturday we took advantage of the balmy 70 degree weather (punctuated with what I told Glenn were “kissing”, gentle breezes) and headed over to the Biltmore. I have a feeling those annual passes gifted to us by my ever-generous in-laws will be put to much use this year. With over 22 miles of hiking trails, plus restaurants featuring local, sustainable eats, we seriously dig it, and Huxley is equally smitten.
Sunday, after having our morning coffee in the garden (in January, people!), Huxley suggested we follow suit after the dogs and “Go for a walk in the forest, Mommy?” And so, to the woods we took. The creek was the highlight of the trek, clearly. I felt immense gratitude as we walked at being able to leave our home and walk directly into a wooded forest for a stroll. It is a gift that I do not take lightly.
Above, you can see:
*The Bass Pond, where we kicked off our walk on Saturday. I see a picnic here in our future.
*The pond’s waterfall; I have a feeling we’ll be getting our feet wet in that creek come a spike in the mercury.
*As it’s been said (by me), “The family that plaids together, glads together” (Glenn was in the go-to pattern, too, naturally).
*Quite possibly the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had, enjoyed at Cedric’s. Made with Benton’s bacon, house-made boursin, Ashe County cheddar, Cabot white cheddar, and tomato, served alongside an amazing pumpkin & apple soup. DAYUUM, people.
*On the run in the children’s maze.
*A forest pixie.
*”Riding” a log (he yells “He Haw”, cowboy-style, every time he straddles a log).
I love weekends like this. I asked Glenn if he would have imagined, in his youth, his adult self finding such joy in family time and simple pleasures like walks in the forest and cuddles from a tiny guy. I was wondering the same thing myself, a former raver (Lord, that feels so weird to even write) and club circuit lover-turned homesteader. We both agreed that, yes, yes we could imagine our young selves enjoying this slower, quieter life. There’s a time and a place for everything. Right now, my place is happy to be in a wet cove, with an axe-wielding husband and a log-riding son.
Here’s wishing the week ahead is filled with health and happiness for you and yours!
*If you’re so inclined, you can see many more photos from our escapades here.