In order to get anywhere we have to leave our valley, affectionately and simply called “The Cove” but, officially called “Ward’s Cove”. The Ward family settled here generations ago, back in the 1700’s closely followed by the Bowen’s, Dave’s mothers’ family. They got here in the mid-1700’s and staked their claim via a land grant…or so the story goes.
Anyway, the photo above is what we rest our eyes upon when we return from a shopping expedition. That’s Thistle Cove Farm in the far distance, the smallest farm in the valley at a little fewer than thirty acres. The next largest farm is a few thousand acres and we’re all bordered, on the backside, by a national forest. It’s a lovely place to live and I never, never tire of gazing upon God’s beauty.
This is one of the ways we can drive home; I love the canopy of trees and the filtered sunlight speckling the roads reminding me of a speckled hen. We often see deer on this road and, sometimes, a sow or her cub. We have bald eagles nesting in our valley, contrary to what the Game and Inland Fisheries Department says. They say no bald eagles nest here but they are wrong and wrong is, quite often, what one is when one relies upon books instead of first hand observation.
Daddy and Robert were gathering honey a few days ago. It was So Hot the bees were gathered on the outside of the hive, using their wings to cool down the inside of the hive. This time of year poplar honey is what the bees are making and it’s a rich, dark, sensuous honey that lingers on the tongue. Next month bees will be making linden, aka basswood, honey, an almost clear honey that’s as delicate in flavor as a bride’s wedding veil.
Blessings ~ rain ~ honey ~ beauty ~ home made food ~ health ~ a hot shower ~