When I was in college, I worked at a nursery where I was in charge of the herbs in the area visible to customers. I loved that job so much that I thought that one day I would have a little nursery of my own. I would grow herbs and native wildflowers in my little greenhouse and sell them from my little home based shop. More than ten years later, and I don’t even have an herb garden anymore, because my chickens destroyed it. But last week, I couldn’t resist filling a little cardboard tray at the farmer’s market. I put a few herbs in a pot, and a few in the ground. We’ll see if they survive my birds.
I love this time of year, when things are growing and blooming and I can take little walks around the yard to say hello to all of my plants, and even those that belong to my kids. Some of them share my fondness for watching things grow as well.
We took an all day road trip yesterday to look at a house. The property was beautiful, but the house was all wrong. I am afraid we’ll never get over this house. We did lots of sightseeing though. There’s just so much prettiness to see in Virginia. I love it here. Around 8 p.m. we were still more than a couple of hours from home and hadn’t had dinner yet, having only packed lunch for the trip. There wasn’t much to choose from, and we passed a Waffle House. The kids all begged. “We haven’t been there in years! Please!!!” Jonny has a love for Waffle House. I liked it a lot as a teenager, but not so much anymore. Most of the kids ordered waffles and I embarrassed Jonny by asking for real butter. Evidently, you just don’t ask for real butter at Waffle House. (They don’t have it. In fact the teenaged boy didn’t seem to know what I even meant!)
Photos taken of the James River in Amherst County I believe, near the Bedford County line.