We are experiencing a big change in the weather overnight. Yesterday’s low is projected to be today’s high in the Yadkin Valley and foothills region of North Carolina. And north of us, in Southwest Virginia, snow flurries are possible.
It has been in the eighties most of the week, although we did have seventies over the last weekend.
And we expected to get another cutting of hay off of our Virginia farm. But hay doesn’t dry well enough to bale in cloudy cool weather – even without the dreaded ‘snow’ flurry.
Looks like we’ll just have to clip it with the bush hog and prepare it for winter. This isn’t unusual in October, which begins tomorrow after all.
The problem has been the hot dry summer even in the higher elevations of Bland, Virginia. So just as the alfalfa burst into new growth, it’s turned too cool to work with. Oh well, that’s farming!
The first year that we had the Virginia farm, we were grossly unprepared for the early winter appearance and had to make an emergency ‘insulating run’ to the hills in order to keep our pipes from freezing in the pump house. It was right before halloween and snow was thick, slipping into my booties in the dark as we wrapped the building in protective sheeting. My fingers went numb, and the wind cut through the little poncho that was more that warm enough for North Carolina but not nearly sufficient for Southwest Virginia.
I remember it as being the absolute coldest that I have ever been.
My husband and son remember the year before we built the cabin as their coldest – hunting in deer stands on a thick slab of ice that wet their clothing as it melted from their body heat. Apparently they took turns drying their outer wear over the defrost in the truck. Caleb hasn’t been excited about hunting there ever since. But it could have been the stench of a bear he couldn’t see in the pre-dawn hours, but could hear and smell beneath the tree. It was probably just curious about him, as were the raccoons that did crawl into the tree stand with him.
Suffice it to say, he was properly terrorized!
On the flip side, I’ve entertained some girl friends there in mid-October with gorgeous weather, drove to various Amish stores, and watched their final harvesting of crops by horse and wagon through their farm fields along the way.
You just never know what you’re going to get in Bland, Virginia.
In North Carolina we’re expecting good football weather. November is the earliest I recall seeing snow here, so it should just be a nice weekend.
Our Apple Festival is tomorrow. It’s a day long party in the main town of North Wilkesboro with streets blocked, food plentiful, arts, crafts, fall decor, exhibits, and always some kind of surprises. And you can get apples every way imaginable – fresh, dried, in pies, candied, apple butter, apple cider, apple chips, fried apple pies, apple jelly – I’ll stop before I sound like a character in Forrest Gump describing his shrimp – but you get the picture. It’s a big old party celebrating our Brushy Mountain apple industry and their spectacular goodness!
Or if you want to see snow sprinkles – join us in Southwest Virginia!
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