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Today, pictures from valued commenter J R in WV.
I’ve talkedk about living in the woods and not being able to mow a lawn because of where we live. Also gardening is quite different in the forest than in a more typical home with lawn. So I though I would submit a few pictures from around our place. While I’m not on the road, most people have to go on the road to see the kind of terrain around our house.
We bought our farm in the late 1970s, and lived in a small jenny lind style farmhouse, 2 rooms down and 2 rooms up, with an add on in back for the itchen, utility room and bathroom. The jenny lind part was built in the late 1800s and I built the back kitchen/bath after we bought the place. After the first decade of fixing thing up at a little slower pace than they were decaying, we decided to build a new house. Away from the county road, which was very dusty, and unpaved.
The new house is in a cove, 800 feet behind the old house, sheltered by rocky walls on the West, North and East sides. Open to the south, sunrise is late and sunset is early, and we’re surrounded by forest. This means we’re limited in what we can plant to shade tolerant plants. Here’s what it looks like around the home stead.
Moss covered boulder with puppy
Taken on 2015-04-28
Right by our front steps in SW West .
This boulder is right beside the steps up to our house, and is mostly covered with moss, with a few ferns and wildflowers. Happy is a rescue from the Vet clinic we’ve been seeing for 30+ years, she was taken from a chain a 3 am and brought into the clinic that morning, about 10 years ago. She was withdrawn and shy when we brought her home, but now she runs the farm with our other rescue dog and the neighbor’s dogs.
Icey morning
Taken on 2008-12-13
Right outside our house, about noon.
Looking directly south on a very winter morning, this is the kind of day you really really need sunglasses to go outdoors.
Narrow Dark Hollow
Taken on 2008-04-06
About 100 yards south of our house, looking down into the gully eroded by the ephemeral stream that sometimes flows beside our house.
This is the hollow below the cove where we built our house. It opens up down below into the bottoms where the old farm house was, and where the farming happened. It’s so steep you can’t really stand on the sides, but if you’re really careful you can walk down the creek bed.
Wild Lady Slippers
My parents side yard, at 2600 feet elevation, on a high ridgetop overlooking the small city.
These are one of the more valued wild flowers of the Appalachian Mountains.=,, the wild Lady Slipper orchids. These were common below my parent’s house in Beckley when I was a child. When I got back from the Navy, they were gone. Then after 25 years, they were everywhere again.
Redbud in Bloom
Taken on 2014-05-06
This is the county road, going up a hill to our driveway. Some years the roadsides are covered by redbud and dogwood, and this was a good year.
Rock Bank with God of Winds
Taken on 2008-04-06
Just west and south of the house, maybe 80 yards from the front door.
This is a rock bank on the west side of the cove our house is in. If you look closely you can see a small sculpture of a God of Winds, just right of center.
Spray of Serviceberry Flowers
This tree is just above the farm road back to the house and shop from the county road.
The Serviceberry tree, most often pronounced Sarviceberry, is supposed to have named because by the time it blooms, in very early spring, the ground is thawed enough to bury those who died over the winter. I don’t know the date this picture was taken, it’s been moved from server to back up to server once too often, and lost some meta-data, but you can tell it’s early in the year as nothing else is the least bit green yet.
Thank you so much J R in WV, do send us more when you can.
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raven
When I was at Georgia Tech I toured secondary wood product facilities including the Robert Byrd Woodworking Center in Princeton, W Va and the Randolph County Wood Technology Center in Elkins. We happened to be in Elkins during the Augusta Bluegrass week. Also, my good buddy from high school and Vietnam lived in Lousia for 35 years before he died last year. I only got there twice but it was beautiful.
Baud
So many places to bury a body.
And puppy!
?BillinGlendaleCA
@Baud:
It brings in a bit of extra cash for JR.
p.a.
D.B. Cooper is a tenant.
raven
@?BillinGlendaleCA: No joy in Mudville. . . or Sherman Oaks.
raven
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children
shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.
Yoda Dog
Awesome pics, JR.
Sooo… Did you put that statue there, I hope? If so, why the God of Winds?
?BillinGlendaleCA
@raven: Casey Stengel was a longtime Glendale resident.
rikyrah
The pictures are beautiful and look so peaceful
Elizabelle
Wonderful photos. West Virginia is beautiful, and JR is a good photographer.
eclare
Beautiful pictures! Though I see why you go to AZ in the winter.
Mary G
@raven: Is your brother sad?
Beautiful pictures, JR.
raven
@Mary G: Oh it will be WAY beyond that. He lives and dies with the Dodgers and his Pink Floyd cover band.
MomSense
Looks like an idyllic place to live, JR. I love seeing the lady slippers. There are many along the trails behind my house.
satby
Beautiful JR! I want to know more about the God of Winds sculpture too.
Spanky
@Baud:
Ehhh, not so much, I’m guessing. Most places I’ve tried to dig a hole in the PA or WV mountains (don’t ask), you get about 6 inches down before you hit solid shale.
J R in WV
@raven:
My Grandmother and all her siblings were born and raised in Louisa, KY over a century ago. The town was a riverboat town at the time, there were no through roads to anywhere, but the Big Sandy river brought steamboat paddle-wheelers in from all along the big Ohio river from Pittsburgh to New Orleans. But mostly probably from Louisville and Cincinnati.
There were still paddle-wheeler towboats on the river when I was a little boy in the 1950s. My great-grandparents had a really big old farmhouse on the edge of town in Louisa, with their own gas well and about 10 acres they farmed intensively. There were 9 kids.
Grandma went to a “business college” and learned bookkeeping typing and such right out of high school, and got a job in Eccles at the coal company keeping books. There she met my grandfather, one of 15 children on a big farm up in Pennsyltucky, Pennsylvania Dutch people. This was in the 1910s.
stinger
Beautiful WVA!
J R in WV
When we had moved into the house and then finished the basement part of the building project, we turned to making the outside a little more finished. Wife spent some time shopping for outdoor art that we could place on and around the rocks. God of Winds is a small greco-roman bust of a guy with puffed out cheeks and a pursed mouth, creating the wind back in mythological times.
There’s also a Bacchus, a fawn, a demon with a lap covered with gemstones, crystals I have found rock-hunting around. There’s a brass fish leaping up a moss covered rock, two frogs dancing on the flat top of a moss covered rock. At one time we had landscaping lights all around, but when that started to fail I just let it go. Working all the time wasn’t the point. Mostly formed concrete, pretty sturdy and holding up to the weather well.
cgordon
I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Than to be in some big city
In a small room with a girl on my mind