Shenandoah Valley spring ... red tulips against the Blue Ridge Mountains

I love the red tulips found on a farm in Lyndhurst against the backdrop of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It's the colors of spring in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.

Photo by Dr. Mark Robbins, with thanks for sharing.

Wool Days at Frontier Culture Museum - April 16-19, 2014

Spring in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley means Wool Days at the Frontier Culture Museum in Staunton. The museum will shear sheep using traditional hand shears at 11:00 and 2:00 at either the English farm yard or at the 1850 American farm barn yard. There is a good chance we will shear a third sheep at 10:00 most days.   

Visitors will have the opportunity to try many activities during Wool Days. Perhaps try your hand at:

* Weaving on the Irish Farm
* Card and spin wool on the 1820s American Farm
* Help sort and scour wool at the English Farm
* Process flax on the German Farm
* Touch flax, wool, and sheep

It's sunny with comfortably cool temps in the 50s and 60s this week ... come on out and join costumed interpreters as they relive life as it was in earlier days of America.

Milmont Garden Nursery and Stuarts Draft

I followed the road to the river in Stuarts Draft last week, driving past the Little Debbie factory and Target warehouse in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was a pretty spring day so I let the road lead me.

Milmont Nursery. The summer annuals aren't in yet but there were plenty of other varieties of trees, shrubs, and flowers.

Photos by Lynn R. Mitchell
April 2014

Daffodils and jonquils

One of the first and cheeriest signs of spring ... daffodils and jonquils at the rock wall.

Photo by Lynn R. Mitchell
April 11, 2014

Signs of spring 2014

Our wisteria burst out in bloom this week as warm temperatures crept into the Valley.

The back yard is greening nicely.

Flowering trees are beginning to bloom.

This flowering weeping cherry was in Staunton next to Rowe's restaurant.

A sure sign of spring! Yard work is well underway and annuals will be planted in a few weeks. The

 safe frost date in the Shenandoah Valley is May 15 so we're still a month away from moving tender summer annuals outdoors.

Photos by Lynn R. Mitchell
April 11, 2014

Spring! 78-degree day in Shenandoah Valley

So today I posted on Facebook: "Attention! Attention! It's 76 degrees in my corner of Augusta County and the windows are open. That is all...." Friends came on to like it and leave comments but one made me smile. She said, "What, no pictures?"

It made me laugh so outside I went with my camera to walk around the yard and see what was blooming. Just in the last couple of days jonquils and daffodils have bloomed.

This little guy was after bugs under the river birch bark.

It may be warm today but we're not finished with the wood stove. It's only April so we could still have snow and plenty more nippy nights.

The winter woods are still there but some trees are beginning to bud.

It's spring in the Shenandoah Valley....

Photos by Lynn R. Mitchell
April 2, 2014

Valley wakes to second spring snow of 2014

In the past several days, trees in the back yard have begun to bud in my corner of Augusta County. This morning, a gentle spring snow covers those buds as overnight rain turned to snow when the thermometer dropped to freezing.

Friends south and west of Staunton are reporting 3 inches of snow so far, and church is canceled in at least one location. Interestingly enough, meteorologist SWAC son-in-law gave us a heads-up a couple of days ago that we would be seeing more snow even as 70-degree temps approach the Valley for later this week.

Someone shook the snow globe again so I'll just mark it down as a continuing of Winter 2014. It's spring in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia....

Photos by Lynn R. Mitchell
March 30, 2014

Ox-Eye presents spring art show

Mark you calendars for next Sunday, April 6, when an art opening will take place at Ox-Eye Tasting Room in the Wharf District of downtown Staunton, Virginia, from 4-5:30 p.m.

Two artists will be featured. Barbara Brothers will display in the Downstairs Gallery while Debbie Caldwell's works will be on display in the Upstairs Gallery. Light refreshments will be served, and Ox-Eye wine will be available for $3 a glass during the reception. Meet the artists while enjoying the ambiance of downtown Staunton in the spring.

Photos: Early spring snowstorm in Shenandoah Valley ... how did mountain settlers handle winter?

Tuesday was a snow day in the Shenandoah Valley. White flakes began falling at daybreak and continued until dark, piling up accumulations that were a little higher than expected with anywhere from 4 to 7 inches and more. Friends who live in the shadow of Shenandoah National Park in the northeastern part of Augusta County reported receiving more than 7 inches.

SWAC Husband had shoveled a path to the bird feeder to keep our feathered friends fed and happy during the storm but a late afternoon micro-burst of big, fluffy snowflakes quickly covered any cleared areas and added up to 2 additional inches to the previous 3.5 inches.

In almost whiteout conditions, the late-day dumping after 12 hours of continuous snow gave the illusion of watching from inside a vigorously-shaken snow globe. It was beautiful -- big, fat flakes of white obscuring the mountain ridges in a kind of defiance as if it was winter's last hurrah. One can almost imagine Mother Nature with her flower-gilded broom sweeping the icy old man out the door with his blast of cold and swirling snow even as she opened a window to allow warm breezes to sweep in so that a greening can begin for winter-weary Virginians. 

For a last hurrah, however, it was a beautiful winter wonderland with snow-flocked evergreens and ice-edged ponds.

The Appalachian Mountains can normally be seen in the background but the storm obliterated long-distance views of the surrounding ridges.

With the mountains obscured in the background, I often think about the mountain pioneers who settled western Virginia and how difficult winter weather must have been for them. With no forecasters to give a heads-up of incoming storms, what were the signs they looked for to know they must prepare for wintry precipitation? How long were they isolated during the long winter months, cut off from neighbors and towns by impassable routes that were not plowed and cleared immediately after (and often during) storms? How cold was it in cabins heated by fireplaces and wood stoves that worked overtime to push back at the howling winter winds and frigid temperatures that crept through uninsulated walls and floors? They were certainly hardy individuals who endured those difficult conditions while living on stored-up supplies and firewood from months of preparation for the cold.

My grandfather was born in a cabin on "The Knob" in Grayson County, Virginia ... a three-room rough structure typical of thousands of others in the mountains. It had two rooms downstairs -- kitchen lean-to and main room -- and a big room upstairs. The walls were chinked with clay and the floor was several feet above the ground with stones around the foundation. A stone fireplace in the main room was the central heat in this little home perched on a mountain. My grandfather's brother, my Uncle Isom Osborne, married and raised his family in the shadow of "The Knob," but when he was first married, they lived with his parents on "The Knob" until settling in their own place. His wife was my Aunt Okie, and years after he died and Aunt Okie was up in age and when my son was an infant, I talked with Aunt Okie about that cabin.

We were all piled into my cousin's pickup truck as we had done since I was a kid only this time, instead of riding in the bed of the truck as I always did, I was seated in the cab with my cousin, Aunt Okie in the middle, and me with a baby on my lap. I was full of questions about life back then, and she told of having an infant during winter in the cabin. I couldn't imagine having to go about daily activities with my baby in winter in a drafty, freezing-cold house with only a fireplace to heat it and water hauled from the spring tucked just under the hill.

"How in the world did you survive?" I asked her as we jostled up the familiar rutted mountain road that had been part of the isolation of "The Knob."

She just smiled in a patient kind of way and matter-of-factly replied, "We just did. We managed." No complaints, no blaming anyone else, no excuses. They managed, they survived, they raised their five children, and all five live not far from the shadow of "The Knob."

When my children were young, one of our favorite books to read out loud was Laura Ingalls Wilder's The Long Winter. When cold winter weather limited outdoor time, we often sat near the wood stove as my kids listened while I read about Laura and her family living through the historic winter of 1880-81 that was full of blizzards and hardships. Without a national weather bureau, Pa looked for weather signs in nature and that summer he noticed that the walls of a nearby muskrat den were the thickest he had ever seen. He took it as a sign that winter was going to be especially harsh.

A Native American also warned that there would be seven months of blizzards in South Dakota that winter and, sure enough, the first one hit in October and they continued through April. Whiteouts kept children from attending school, supplies dwindled and became scarce, and the Ingalls family ended up burning twisted straw to heat their house after they ran out of wood. Feet and feet of snow piled up on the railroad tracks and blocked trains that carried food and other provisions and, by the time spring finally arrived, some settlers were nearly starved.

We never tired of the story because it was fact. Real people faced real hardship and survived.

This February 2014 newspaper article from the Star Tribune remembers the winter of 1880-81 as it notes, "Forty degrees below? Storm after storm? Months without respite from the cold? Sounds familiar. But at least you could get to the grocery store."

Flocked evergreens, farm gates, and stark winter woods. The storm offered one last chance to listen to the quiet, muted by a layer of insulation that won't be back until next winter. Although it's not out of the question to see snow in April (and some even remember it in May), the jet stream is shifting into a more seasonal spring pattern that will bring warmer temperatures to the Shenandoah Valley and Virginia. Since I couldn't stand to just sit inside and watch, I took the opportunity to get outdoors and capture the rural beauty of my neighbors' fields and woods.

The horses were inside out of the weather. It reminded me of Tater and Max in warmer weather as they waited to be fed by SWAC Daughter as seen here in April of 2008, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I remembered Tater's encounter with a herd of guinea hens in her field later that year ("Invasion!!").

This is the time of year when it's obvious how many evergreens we have in the Valley.

The last tracks of winter....?

Photos by Lynn R. Mitchell
March 25, 2014