Spring has sprung here in Southwestern Virginia!! Above is a photo of our daffodils, which have been in bloom for a while and are now beginning to fade, along with one of our tulips, which are just beginning to come in. This tulip is one that was originally planted by my great-grandmother, Pom. Over the years we've moved them, nutured and nourished them so that they've once again started sporting nice blooms. I couldn't be more proud!
Spring brings new things and the biggest one is that we're on Facebook now. You can like us on there by clicking here: www.facebook.com/TheBlueNymph. I'll be updating that page much more frequently than I do here, so if you want to follow along, I encourage you to do so there.
Our roots here feel deeper everyday, but our branches seem to stretch across the country and world to find like-minded folk.
Carrie is out-spoken and not one to ever hide who she is, Justin is the rock of reason that keeps her from flying off into her own world, but who also is always along for the ride!
We're dedicated to urban-homesteading and trying to live as eco-friendly and self-sustainable life as possible, without losing what made us who we are in the first place. The love of beer brought us together, and homebrewing holds a special place in our hearts.
Homesteading, homebrewing, homeschooling, and Hokies -- is there anything else left to say?
Halloween is such a big thing for us and this neighborhood. So, carving pumpkins has become a big thing for us as well. This year we only did two (down from I think 6 last year!) but they were awesome: Jim Morrison & Jerry Garcia
Summer beginning to fade
Our sunflowers going to seed - 7/22/07
Early Spring 2007
A view of the garden in early spring
Beauty of Spring
A white Lily with raindrops
The sense of community and love that came out after the 4/16 massacre was beautiful. I cry everytime I think about everything that happened that day. No, it shouldn't define Tech, but what I will always remember is the love and sense of community & one-ness. So often we feel so alone in this world, the times when we don't should be remembered.