Bloodroot, Hepatica and yes, a ride

This gorgeous day is drawing to a close. It was sunny, and warm with blue skies accented by unproductive clouds. We got up early to go to the poultry swap this morning. Marans and Lemon Cuckoo Orpingtons were high on the wish list. However, when we arrived, the only hens mature enough to be proven layers were Rhode Island Reds. My husband has spent the better part of 2 weeks of his leisure time building a beautiful hen pen and he wasn’t leaving without hens. I told him I would buy the 3 mature hens if the farmer would come down $5/hen if we bought all 3. The deal was struck, as one hen laid an egg. In addition to those ladies, we bought 3 additional RIR’s that were only 7 weeks old.DSC_0096DSC_0090DSC_0084 They won’t be laying for another 11 weeks, but in that time, we will allow the hens to hatch a brood out. We are hoping for a flock of about 10-12 hens and a rooster or two. I am still looking for Marans and Lemon Cuckoo Orps, though. Hopefully, as our flock grows, I’ll be able to trade some birds.

We got home from the swap, feeling like we had gotten a full days work in, only to find that it was 10 am. I took a walk on the property and shot pics of the wildflowers I mentioned yesterday.



It was a great walk. In addition to the flowers, there is a lot of evidence of people dumping trash out their cars onto our property. There was a beach ball, a carpet, tires, lots of bottles and fast food trash. Sad. Tomorrow, I’ll have to try to get some of it into a trash bag.

DSC_0097 DSC_0155After my walk, I headed to the VBRRailway Trail again. It was a good day to ride and apparently, other folks felt the same. I ran into many walkers and quite a few folks bicycling. DSC_0120 DSC_0103There were more women than men on bikes, which is contrary to what I am accustomed to seeing. There is a lot of evidence of hunting along the trail. There is a warning at the trailhead, however, letting you know to the season dates, which are just a couple of weeks in DEC/JAN. DSC_0060 DSC_0058 DSC_0052 DSC_0048 DSC_0018 DSC_0013









The water was beautiful, clear and delightfully audible. The sun was warm but not hot. Just a perfect day for a ride. There are two shots of some trail “hazards”. ONe is a minor washout and the other is a place where the trail has a truckload of large gravel on it. The gravel isn’t deep and I’ve never had a moment of instability in it, but it is unexpected. The one picture with the gate is the end of the trail. It just ends at the gate. Hopefully, they are planning on extending it.

Another cyclist said that about 20 miles further is the Blackwater Creek Trail. He believes it is about 3 times the length of the Railway trail, though the map only shows it at 9.5 miles. I’ll give it a try soon and post pictures.

For now, we are beat, as you can see from John’s contented face as he cascades into oblivion.

Go make your own breeze; and remember: if you’re not having fun, you’re in the wrong gear.

Cycle Joyfully. And we are busy moving our son tomorrow, so Have a joyous celebration of Christ’s resurrection.



About rivercityweaves

I'm a mom, wife and fiber artist, living in rural Virginia. On days I'm not creating fiber art or teaching others how to, I'm probably saddle surfing on my Bianchi, or laughing with friends.
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2 Responses to Bloodroot, Hepatica and yes, a ride

  1. tootlepedal says:

    A busy day. I hope your hens perform to specification. There is nothing like fresh egg for breakfast.

  2. rivercityweaves says:

    I agree. Someone told me the other day that eggs in the supermarket can be months old. 😦

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