Walnut Hill Farm at Elm Spring

This past Friday, May 3, was the 7th annual International Female Ride Day (IFRD). A day when women around the globe celebrate being motorcyclists.

I had grand plans for the day. I made a very special 2:00 appointment, finagled the afternoon off from work (after working lots of extra hours the week before), mapped a route, and prepared to set out. I also had to go to my Dad’s in Baltimore on Friday evening. Preparing to ride meant packing an overnight bag, loading the bike with luggage, camera equipment and tunes, and donning the gear (riding pants, boots, jacket, and helmet). After attaching my IFRD flyer to the windscreen, I was all ready.

I climbed on the bike, hit the starter, and was dismayed to hear a click, click, click as opposed to the motor purring to life.

I frantically did some troubleshooting to see if I could get the thing going, all the while being mindful of the time. That 2:00 appointment was an important one I did NOT want to miss. Finally, I decided to remove all the gear, transfer my stuff into the car, and roll.

I called Jeff, the man I’d be meeting, to let him know I was running late and see if that would be okay. He said it wasn’t a problem, so off I went. My destination was Walnut Hill Farm at Elm Springs. It’s about 33 miles southeast of Warrenton in Stafford County, Virginia.

Walnut Hill Farm was established in 2000 on a 38-acre parcel of ground, which is the only remaining land in agricultural production that remains from a farm originally established in 1843. It’s owned by Jeff and Ginny Adams. (Visit their About Us page if you’d like to learn more about the people and the farm.)

I first met Jeff at the Warrenton Farmers’ Market. I sent him an e-mail to let him know I’d mentioned him in my blog post. And to say, “If you’d like a full post on your farm, I’d love to come out and meet all of you and see your critters.”

Y’all know I love farm critters, right? Especially cows. I’ve been wanting to see a real farm for the longest time.

Jeff wrote back saying a visit would be fine, but he’d prefer to schedule a visit in May.  “I would like to wait until the poultry is out on pasture and the grass has grown,” he explained. “Emerging from winter is not always easy on a farm.”

In the weeks that followed some interesting events transpired on that busy farm. The most exciting, to me anyway, being the birth of a new cow. A male American Milking Devon (that’s the breed) named Charlie. After a very difficult birth, his Mama decided she doesn’t care much for motherhood, and she refused to feed her baby. So he needs to be bottle-fed. In a newsletter, Jeff invited folks to come feed Charlie.

You know I HAD to jump at that chance, right? As it turns out, when I called, the first available appointment was on Friday.

Me and Charlie
Me and Charlie

I was beyond excited. Really.

I have long wanted to experience bottle feeding a baby cow.

Me and Charlie
Me and Charlie

How cool is that? Jeff was even kind enough to take pictures for me.

Me and Charlie
Me and Charlie

Is that the cutest thing ever?

As exciting as that was, there was more excitement still to come. I didn’t expect a farm tour. I’d just gone down to feed Charlie. But Jeff had other plans in mind.

Charlie followed us to the gate, hoping for more milk.
Charlie followed us to the gate, hoping for more milk.

You think feeding Charlie was exciting? It gets better. For serious.

There was a chore Jeff needed help with. He did say Spring is a busy time, right?

He’d gotten a shipment from the Post Office that morning that had to be unpacked. He was kind enough to save that “chore” for me.

The Shipment
The Shipment

This was no ordinary package. It made noise. I followed Jeff from the farm store into the stable and did a very good job NOT squealing loudly in delight after he’d removed the top of the box.

100 Baby Geese!
100 Baby Geese!

Oh. My. Gawd. Cute overload!

Baby Geese
Baby Geese

I watched as he started lifting the babies gently from the box, placing them in the special brooding box he’d set up in advance.

“Can I help?” I asked. He answered with, “Sure, if you don’t mind getting your hands dirty.”

Silly man. Me NOT touch those downy little bundles of joy?

I actually got to lift a bunch of babies out of the box. I was thrilled.

Brooding Pen
Brooding Pen

We watched for a little while. Then Jeff showed me the other poultry that had arrived previously.

Chickens
Chickens

 

Turkeys
Turkeys

 

More Chickens
More Chickens

It was awesome. As soon as they’re old enough, all of the poultry will be released into pastures, so they can range freely and grow into happy, healthy, birds that will one day make a very special dinner for some lucky folks.

He introduced me to a few sheep, too, then we headed out into the pasture to meet his adopted Belgian mare, Nellie.

Nellie
Nellie

Nellie used to live at Mount Vernon. She’s spending her retirement years at Walnut Hill Farm. Jeff obviously is very fond of her.

After we’d greeted Nellie, Jeff said, “Charlie is like any other baby after it’s said.” I looked where he pointed to see a full-bellied Charlie…

Sleepy boy.
Sleepy boy.

…lounging in the sun.

Charlie can’t be pastured with the other cows. He’d try to feed off of every cow, male and female, which would just make them angry. Angry enough to beat up on the baby.

He’ll need to be bottle fed for at least four months. If all was well and he was living with his mama, he’d nurse for about nine months. That will keep Jeff and Ginny busy. As if taking care of all the critters didn’t already mean enough work.

Speaking of the other critters, our next stop was the cow pasture. I just followed along listening as Jeff shared all kinds of info with me. I didn’t think twice when he opened the pasture gate, and motioned me through.

Charlie's Mom is behind the bull.
Charlie’s Mom is behind the bull.

We slowly made our way across the pasture as he explained about different cow breeds. These are American Milking Devon cows, a heritage breed that first arrived in America in 1623. You can read all about them here if you like.

American Milking Devon cattle.
American Milking Devon cattle.

I listened closely to Jeff as we strolled across the pasture, interjecting with questions periodically. We’d only made it about halfway across the pasture when he sat down. It was a lovely, warm Spring day, so I sat down beside him.

Now, y’all know how I have always wanted to sit in the middle of a cow pasture, right? I would never have said, “Hey, Jeff, can we go sit in your pasture and see what happens?” That just seemed too frivolous when he was expending so much time and effort sharing knowledge with me.

I watched the cows as we chatted, and sure enough, they started moving closer.

A curious American Milking Devon cow.
A curious American Milking Devon cow.

 

American Milking Devon cow.
American Milking Devon cow.

Ena, I think that was her name, was the first one to get really close to us.

I did finally say, “You know, I have always heard that if you sit or lay in a cow pasture that the cows will come over to investigate. Is that why we sat here?”

He just chuckled and said he thought I might like to take some more pictures. He has obviously read my blog. Lol.

Another cow approaches.
Another cow approaches.

It was funny watching them nonchalantly ambling over. As if they didn’t want to appear too curious and risk spooking me.

How now, brownish-red cow?
How now, brownish-red cow?

I can’t remember this cow’s name. It may have been a bull.

The adults approached first.
The adults approached first.

 

A heifer.
A heifer.

The younguns were the last to come over. Jeff and I chatted away as they ambled over, checked us out, then went on their way.

At least I though they’d gone on their way. After about 20 minutes of sitting, when we went to stand up, I was tickled to see they had all lined up on the hill behind us.

At our back.
At our back.

That’s not a great shot. I was looking into the sun. But it should give you an idea how close they were standing.

Cows watching us move away.
Cows watching us move away.

I captured the second image as Jeff and I moved away.

From there, we headed over to the next pasture to meet Jeff’s two Milking Short Horns, the oxen team, Chip and Dale.

Milking Short Horns, Chip and Dale.
Milking Short Horns, Chip and Dale.

As cows go, the American Milking Devons are on the smallish side. I think the big AMDs weighed about 1,000 pounds each.

These guys, the oxen, run at about a ton. Yep, 2,000 pounds each.

I remarked at their size as we approached, and Jeff told me that they are even more gentle than the AMDs.

Then he showed me a picture of someone riding one of the oxen. I don’t know if that was a coincidence or he’d realized folks who’d been told I had an appointment with a cow on Friday had been making fun of me, saying I’d probably be riding someone’s cow!

That's one big beast.
That’s one big beast.

These guys really were very gentle. I can’t remember if that’s Chip or Dale, but I really had to chuckle to myself when Jeff started removing the crust from around the animal’s eye while saying he was clearing the “eye boogers.” That’s the same thing I say when I’m doing that to my dogs. So this cow is just a pet on a much larger scale. Don’t believe me? Check this out…

Chin scratching rocks!
Chin scratching rocks!

Yep, that 2,000 pounder loved having his chin scratched!

After meeting the boys, we made our way back to the barn. At that point, Jeff had already spent about an hour and a half with me. He still had more work to do, remarking that if he didn’t get busy, there’d be no ground beef for the farmers’ markets the next day.

There’s more to the farm to see, but I’ll have to save that for another day. I did not want to impede production.

Here are a few more pics I captured of some of the other critters.

Farm Cat
Farm Cat

 

Adopted, free-ranging rooster.
Adopted, free-ranging rooster.

 

Cotton Patch Geese
Cotton Patch Geese

Ride or no ride, it was an all-around fabulous day. I really do hope I get to go back soon. I still haven’t met the pigs. And there may be some burros. Plus, I have to tell you all about the sheep.

So, what do you think? Was that an amazing treat for me or what? 🙂

Lightbulb Moment

I was strolling through town earlier this month (April 13) when I noticed a cute little outbuilding that I’d never noticed before. The metal roof had a very cool patina. I snapped a picture with my cell phone and moseyed on. But first I told myself, “Self, you have to remember to come back here with your real camera.”

Fast forward to this past Sunday (April 21). I did a photo stroll to capture some of the Spring blooms before they go away.

When I got to the outbuilding, it looked lovelier than ever. I didn’t notice the patina I’d remembered, but chalked it up to lighting conditions. Light does interesting stuff.

Here’s the shot I captured with my real camera.

Cute Outbuilding
Cute Outbuilding

I actually captured quite a few really good images on Sunday, which I hope to one day share with you all.

Later that evening, as I was deleting pics from my phone, I came across the cell phone capture of the same building.

That’s when the lightbulb went off.

“Huh!” I said.

“‘Huh’, what?” Shannon, who was still here, asked.

When I showed her the pic, she said, “Huh,” too.

Why? Have a look at the cell phone capture.

Outbuilding with Patina
Outbuilding with Patina

There WAS a cool patina on the roof. The key term here being “was.”

Amazing what a little paint can do, eh?

To Market, To Market…

I had every intention of focusing solely on a specific sewing project yesterday. Then I stepped out our back door and noticed the Farmer’s Market was open.

Ah, the Farmer’s Market. I HAD to go. Plus, it was yet another picture-perfect day here in OTW.

The Warrenton Farmers Market operates on Saturdays and Wednesdays for a good part of the year. The Saturday market is very close to our house. It’s one of Old Town Warrenton’s attractions that I really enjoy, so I try hard to support it by visiting and usually buying some sort of merchandise. It’s too early in the year for a lot of the fresh produce I enjoy — tomatoes and corn — but there were plenty of flowers and other wares to intrigue me.

There were lots of folks out and about, enjoying the market and the gorgeous weather. I think it was in the mid-50s when I left the house. Perfect weather in my my book. Hubby thought it was chilly.

On the way to the market, I noticed that our neighbor’s flowering tree is getting ready to bloom.

Neighbor's Flowering Tree
Neighbor’s Flowering Tree

I’ll have to keep my eyes on that one. It’s gorgeous when in bloom.

Following are some images from the market.

Farmer's Market
Farmer’s Market

 

Zinnias
Zinnias

 

Pies
Pies

 

Farm Goods
Farm Goods

The image immediately above shows offerings from “blurose,” a husband and wife operating out of nearby Amissville in Rappahannock County.

Quail Eggs
Quail Eggs

 

Honey!
Honey!

I hadn’t planned on buying anything at the market. I was just going to take pictures. So after seeing several things that needed to go home with me, I had to walk to the bank machine. Which is why this post also includes some not-market-related town images.

The Mural Building
The Mural Building

This building is adjacent to the parking lot that houses the market.

My Favorite Red Building
My Favorite Red Building

One of these days I’ll get a shot of this building without cars parked there. Maybe.

I am drawn to this building for some reason. I guess it’s the red color. Plus the green ivy climbing up one corner. And the church steeple in the background.

My Favorite Red Building
My Favorite Red Building

 

Pretty Tree
Pretty Tree

 

Southern Dog Lover
Southern Dog Lover

 

Pretty Tree + Favorite Red Building = Photo Op
Pretty Tree + Favorite Red Building = Photo Op

 

Courthouse
Courthouse

 

Blurose
Blurose Wares

The coasters shown below are what inspired my trip to the bank machine.

Chestnut Oak Coasters
Chestnut Oak Coasters

There were a number of different woods represented. All wood was harvested from trees downed by Hurricane Sandy in Rappahannock and Fauquier Counties.  Jan, who owns Blurose, explained that she and her husband, Chris, were devastated at seeing so many downed trees. Chris decided to turn nature’s fury to his advantage and make use of what would otherwise have been senselessly wasted wood.

The little pamphlet that came with the coasters said, “The tree that gave us these coasters was a monster. It was most likely over 120′ with a huge canopy. Size was its downfall. Standing alone on the ridge crest at the top of a small valley that funneled the wind, it was subjected to the full force of the storm. It has gone, but here is something to remember it by.”

How could I NOT buy such gorgeous coasters made by a man who describes himself as one with a “passion” for “finding the beauty of wood in its most natural forms.” He can write, too, as evidenced by the pamphlet on my coasters and other writings about the products.

Warrenton Farmer's Market
Warrenton Farmer’s Market

 

Flowers
Flowers

Another very cool merchant I met are the folks behind Primrose Farm in nearby Nokesville. Kathleen and George are a lovely older couple selling heirloom flowers and other goods. George is actually a very good watercolor artist, and their booth carried a wide range of note cards showcasing some of his lovely paintings.

Primrose Farm Flowers
Primrose Farm Flowers

 

Meats by Walnut Hill Farm
Meats by Walnut Hill Farm

I also bought some Chorizo Grillers (sausages) being sold by Walnut Hill Farm in Falmouth, VA. Big coolers of meat don’t make for great photos, but I LOVED this tablecloth. I think it was one of the owners who told me he’d purchased the table covering in France some years ago. I’m pretty sure he said his wife bought a blue one. I should have warned him about Janet, the Empty Nest proprietor, who loves all things French, especially chickens and other critters.

Homemade Preserves
Specialty Foods

I didn’t buy anything from Caroline, but I loved her sign. I chatted with her a bit, admiring her multi-colored eggs, about which she said, “My mother is VERY proud of her chickens.” I’m sure I’ll see Caroline again next week.

I did bring some of those Zinnias home with me. I might get them into the dirt today, assuming I finish that sewing project I mentioned earlier.

Speaking of that sewing project, I’d better get busy!

Hello, Spring! (Evening Edition)

Welcome back. I am glad you decided to continue your virtual tour with me. Evenings are especially pretty here in OTW.

There’s just something about evening light. Photographers refer to the first and last hour of sunlight each day as “The Golden Hour.” I could get all technical, but you’d be bored. We’re just strolling, right? Simply put, that’s when colors come alive.

Our House
Our House

I often end up walking the dogs during this time. And I am always awed by the changing hues as the sky lights up, goes pink, and casts a golden hue on everything. I always have my phone with me, but it just doesn’t capture the light to my satisfaction.

Vignette
Vignette

So I decided to ditch the dogs for a change and capture some images with my real camera. I should have taken the tripod. The images would have been clearer. But I am still pleased with the snapshots I captured.

Church
Church

 

Fauquier County Buildings
Fauquier County Buildings

 

Ashby Street
Ashby Street

 

Flowering Trees
Flowering Trees

 

Sunset Over the Mountains
Sunset Over the Mountains

 

Reflection
Reflection

 

Courthouse Tower
Courthouse Tower

 

Pansies
Pansies

 

Main Street
Main Street

 

Main Street
Main Street

 

Flowering Tree
Flowering Tree

 

Main Street
Main Street

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of walking around this lovely town.

Have I convinced you to come for a visit? Yes? Come on down. 🙂

Happy Friday!

Hello, Spring!

Spring finally arrived here in Old Town Warrenton. Truth be told, I think Summer is here. I think we hit the low 90s today.

Weather in the Virginia Piedmont may be even more fickle than in Maryland!

Really, though, it was gorgeous. I couldn’t NOT go outside. So I grabbed my real camera for a change, as opposed to the iPhone, and went for a stroll.

Main Street House
Main Street House

I so enjoyed seeing all of the flowers. It was just lovely… looking, strolling, snapping a pic or two. Us photographer types are afflicted with a curse that really makes us SEE stuff. Colors, lines, shadows, oddities… the phrase seeing the big picture doesn’t apply. We see everything.

I’ll just let these pics — there are lots — speak for themselves.

Main Street
Main Street

 

Spring Blooms
Spring Blooms

 

Main Street House
Main Street House

 

Statuary
Statuary

 

Main Street
Main Street

 

Mosby Museum Outbuilding
Mosby Museum Outbuilding

 

Colors!
Colors!

 

Another Mosby Museum Outbuilding
Another Mosby Museum Outbuilding

Note… that thermometer says 100! It’s in the sun, but that proves how warm it got today.

Can I just say I am really glad I have friends who are storekeepers that aren’t afraid to run their air conditioner? Thanks, Sherrie, Janet, and Kelly Ann!

And hats off to the Red Truck Bakery, which is where I bought a drink today and very tasty Birdseed Cookie (sugar cookie with poppy seeds, anise, fennel, and some other stuff). Of course, I had seeds stuck in my teeth afterward, but it was worth it!

Hyacinths
Hyacinths

 

Forsythia
Forsythia

 

Forsythia and a Red Bush
Forsythia and a Red Bush

 

Daffodil and Blue Stuff
Daffodil and Blue Stuff

 

Upended Chair
Upended Chair

 

Cherry? Crabapple?
Cherry? Crabapple? Pretty!

 

Main Street
Main Street

It just LOOKS like a perfect day for a stroll, doesn’t it?

Main Street
Main Street

 

Courthouse
Courthouse

 

Daffodils
Daffodils

 

Poppy!
Poppy!

 

Magnolia
Magnolia

 

Creeping Phlox
Creeping Phlox

Those flowers are so vibrant, they sort of hurt my eyes!

Library
Library

 

Reflection
Reflection

 

View from Courthouse Steps
View from Courthouse Steps

 

Frog Quilt at Kelly Ann's Quilts (made by Lynne)
Frog Quilt at Kelly Ann’s Quilts (made by Lynne)

 

It's even Springy on the inside!
It’s even Springy on the inside!

 

Back Gate
Side Gate

 

Main Street
Main Street

 

North 6th Street House
North 6th Street House

 

North 6th Street House
North 6th Street House

 

South 6th Street House
South 6th Street House

Did you enjoy your virtual stroll through my lovely little town?

I captured some pics at twilight, too. I’ll share them in the next post.

A Last Time, Captured

I did something special the weekend before last. The first full weekend of this crazy 2013 Spring. My son, Eric, and I went skiing.

Yep, skiing. In Maryland.

I actually started this post last Thursday. Almost a week ago. I didn’t finish it before heading north to Dad’s on Friday. He doesn’t have internet access. He, my brother, and I spent the weekend going through and weeding out his worldly possessions in preparation for his impending move. That’s a story for another post. While there, I caught a humdinger of a cold that had me on my back for a couple of days. Today, finally, I feel like I can function. Still sick, but WAY better. So life goes on.

Now, back to the last time referred to in the title…

My baby boy, Eric, is getting married on April 20.

Kelsey and Eric
Kelsey and Eric

He’s marrying Kelsey, his middle-school sweetheart. They may have “gone out” off and on a bit in high school, but his high school years were rough times for all of us. He prevailed, got his life back on track, and they re-connected a few years back. They rest, as they say, is history.

In 17 days, he’ll be a married man. We couldn’t be happier for them both. They make a really cute couple.

When Eric was younger, he and I would often do trips together. Usually to visit my brother in Chesapeake, Virginia. But we also did camping trips and other stuff, too, like ski vacations.

So I decided, since he’s going to be married soon, we should have a final Mom and son trip while he was still single.

I was having a heck of a time deciding where we should go. Since Winter has dragged on for so long, I thought maybe we could squeeze a ski trip in.

windmills
Windmills

Eric captured the windmill pics while I drove. It was a gorgeous day.

Windmills
Windmills

This has been a crazy weather year, but it worked out well for us.

Deep Creek Lake, Frozen
Deep Creek Lake, Frozen

Who would ever have thought we’d be skiing in Maryland in Spring?

Lift Ride
Lift Ride

As you’ll see in these pics, we had the place practically to ourselves.

Eric
Eric

Hamming it up for me. I trained him well…

Eric
Eric

The place was deserted, but almost all of the trails were open and the snow was in great shape.

Me and Eric
Me and Eric

Some folks asked me to take their picture. So I asked them to take our picture, too. A great shot, right? Except my pockets were crammed full of stuff and I look about 30 pounds heavier on the top than I actually am!

It was a great day. He’s a good boy.

🙂

After we’d exhausted ourselves on the slopes, we headed to the WV Place to spend the evening. Sunday, we were thinking about heading down to Green Bank, West Virginia to see the National Radio Astronomy Observatory. But the weather dudes were predicting snow for the next day. Lots of snow. While the roads around Green Bank are a motorcycle Mecca, they’re no place for an almost-new car when the roads are sleet- and snow-covered.

So we took our time on Sunday morning. I drove home via the scenic route, through Bean Settlement so I could show Eric my favorite Oreo cows.

Eric had never seen Oreo cows before.
Eric had never seen Oreo cows before.

We continued east on WV-55 through Wardensville and found the cutest little old timey mercantile/cafe. More material for yet another blog post.

Star Mercantile in Wardensville, WV
Star Mercantile in Wardensville, WV

It was a perfect Mom and son bonding weekend. I do love my boy-turned-man.

Where HAVE the years gone? Sigh…

Yes, we’re looking forward to gaining a daughter-in-law. She’s very sweet. She’s got a lovely family. Those two are made for each other, that’s for sure. More on them later. I promise.

Now, since I am actually feeling human again, I need to get to work!