March 23, 2004 ~ A Weekend in My Life, Illustrated.
(written out Tuesday)
A weekend in my life, for WordGoddess. Which, technically, was supposed to be a day in my life, but I'd already done a weekday in my life, and my weekdays are still pretty much the same, so I didn't want to do that again, but weekend days in my life vary so much from Friday to Saturday to Sunday that I didn't want to choose just one of them, and I wanted something representatively typical, and I'm anal. heh. May my fellow Goddesses not kick me out for breaking the rules (or for using run-on sentences). This entry covers Thursday evening, March 18th, through Sunday night, March 21st. I tried to restrain myself on the images, but. Well. There are still a lot of them.
Thursday, March 18th.
At 3:30 p.m. I was off work for the week. Thursdays, since Morgan works late at the restaurant hosting, I usually take a very long hike, rather than just an hour, hour and a half. I headed over to Jones Mountain. It was sprinkling and had been raining all day. Lots of mud. I thought that perhaps my long hike would not be quite so long, due to the rain.
wet, misty rhododendrons
I took Ruins Trail up to Rhododendron Ridge, explored a little grove, then I cut back down the trail that connects to the south side of the Swannanoa River.
down toward the river
The trails were completely deserted, due to the rain. I like them like that.
wild rose greens budding out
Along the way, I stopped to note all of the new growth, a little harder to find in the woods, with the groundcover of dead leaves still remaining from autumn. I took mental notes (and pictures) of any new species so that I could try to look them up later. When I was near the river, I decided to take a detour up the ridge that follows the water, for I've not been on that trail for quite some time.
That plan is thwarted a few hundred meters in, as someone has built a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire directly across the trail, and it extends into the forest as far as I could see. Dammit. So much for that trail.
slowly shrinking open forest
along the river
The rain let up once I reached the river. I followed the water past Riverbend, then the trail cut back through the woods again. I came to the open clearing of one of the river pastures, and the sky was starting to clear:
Next to the field, I found lots of what I now know to be forsythia. (Thanks to everyone who wrote. You filled my email and guestbook. That made me laugh. When all else fails, ask your readers. heh.)
Back into the woods, Charlie's Spring Trail, I find that the old outhouse has finally collapsed.
portrait of an ex-outhouse
an odd purple flower that I'll try to ID when it blooms
As I approach the base of the mountain, again, suddenly the forest floor goes green with periwinkle and mosses and ivy and ground covers--planted by the original settlers--that have gone wild and taken over.
woods, lighting up with growth
At about 6:00, I return to Ryoga for the drive home.
A stop by the co-op, where I pick up supplies for dinner and the next day's lunch. Home. Check the mail, but only the energy bill had come.
I made sautéed spinach, garlic, and tempey with a small baked potato covered in parsley for dinner:
and it was good
While I waited for Morgan to return home, I cleaned the kitchen, did a few loads of laundry, chatted briefly with a friend, picked up the living room and my back study / guest room, and read a few journals. Finished writing and coded that entry. Showered.
Once Morgan got home, a romantic interlude, then to sleep.
...continue to Part II...
A Weekend in My Life, Illustrated. Series.
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV