...more of a billy goat scramble, actually. I went out behind the house today to check out the wildflowers and to scout a bit on the foraging front.
i met at least one neighbor,
i've got a better idea where the pawpaw trees are, and i found this:
I stopped in at the IGA market in Marshall, something i make a point of doing whenever i get down that way, because it is the most amazing combination of goods in a cheerful collision of cultures, from rural Virginia redneck to treehugger. You can buy Moon Pies or local artisan sausages. Or both (i've been known to...). They carry the quasi-local cream line milk that i like to buy whenever i can. Great stuff: it comes in half-gallon glass bottles ($2 deposit, so when i finally round them up and return them, i feel rich), but the caps have an unfortunate tendency to leak, and the necks of the bottles don't facilitate tidy pouring, and i hate to see any of it wasted.