There were lots of outer towners at Floydstock, a Dogtown and town event scheduled to fill the festival gap after our beloved Floydfest got cancelled. Lots of tie dye could be spotted over the weekend, some with Floydfest logos. And some wore this, ‘going to be historic’ shirt, designed by our friend Sylvester. Blacksburg’s Jared […]
Take Hip Abduction meets Jack Johnson, add a Police number and a little Grateful Dead into the mix of outstanding originals from a band called Danger Muffin and you’ll get an unforgettable dance party. Kudos to Kris Hodges who booked the band before Floydfest 23 got cancelled and to the Dogtown Roadhouse crew who brought […]
Barbie was born in 1959 She was the first grown-up that I saw naked when I was a girl who still played with dolls that drank from milk bottles and wet their diapers After that shock we learned the term ‘anatomically correct’ We looked down Ken’s pants and saw that he wasn’t It didn’t seem […]
1. Between the New River Bike Trail and Fairy Stone Lake Park, we spent most of the weekend with ‘no signal.’ 2. Dragonflies are the lake’s version of butterflies. 3. I’m always surprised when women wear clothes the same color as their skin, which makes them look naked from a distance. 4. A Sunday ride […]
Only one more weekend for the Sunflower Festival at Sinkland Farms. I love being waist high in sunflowers. Lights, camera, action. I’m all in. It’s closing time. But love is here to stay.
Tiger lily is one of the native plants you can find along The Blue Ridge Parkway this time of year. I’m always surprised to see so many swaths of bergamot (not the plant that flavors tea to make it Earl Grey), aka bee balm, as I ride by. I brake for Gayfeather, aka Blazing Stars. […]
1. It just means “girl” in Irish Gaelic. 2. Joe had been away for three weeks and is now back home and getting in the swing of things, aka as playing golf at the Country Club. 3. I’ve been calling him a Sultan of Swing because he regularly plays golf. 4. Word Search: We are […]
Every little thing’s gonna be alright. “These are your people,” I said to my dancing friend Deb who plays trombone with Music Road Co. “The horn people!” Jah Love!
And we rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river _________Wordless Wednesday
1. Near the end of the Dodd Creek Trail, my friend Juniper and I discovered this newly-added rosy park bench where we sat and did some bird watching, which was mostly bird listening. She pulled up a birdsong app on her phone and we played one of my favorite songbirds, a wood thrush. Soon all […]
Miles of native beauties A parade of pink petals A yearly celebration of summer in the Blue Ridge Mountains
It was our friend Starroot’s 76th birthday and I couldn’t get the song “76 Trombones Led the Big Parade” out of my head. I wanted to sing it to her instead of “Happy Birthday.” The UFO cake (made by our Outer Space friend Barbara) was a celebrity that everyone wanted a picture of. Starroot said […]
