Not any bird we have heard, not a hurt rabbit, nor bobcat. We have no idea what it is. It almost sounds like a howler monkey, but higher. Scares the bejeebers out of the dogs.
Things are slow, but are starting to come together.
The boys are loving the salamanders. So many colors to choose from. Husband caught me an orange one with blue spots. The boys seem to be good at catching the blue tailed ones. Medium brought one in to show me. And it jumped from between his fingers, landing on the floor and scurrying under the puppy. Husband kept rolling her while the boys attempted to catch the salamander. Poor puppy was confused, everyone staring at her, then rolling her over and over, squeals of laughter near her ears. Finally the critter was caught and brought back outside. Medium and Small have now decided to save up their money for an aquarium.
Large is growing up to be a fine young man, despite the fact he is a lot like me. He has developed a work ethic that is shinning here in the holler. His blue and green hair, riding boots, gothic shirts and torn jeans garners a bit of attention. He has been working so hard, helping us make this place a home. I am proud and thankful.
Husband is in a lot of pain though. He hurt his back before we set out. Same place from the wreck. It makes working down here difficult. Of course none of the boys will allow me to do much real work. Everyone says I need to calm down and not try to do things that could hurt my leg. It's frustrating. So many things I could be doing, if only allowed. I am trying to do little things to keep me busy. But watching husband hurt, makes it hard on me. I want to make him stop and allow me to take over. Large has been helpful in this regard.
Here's something we saw in one of the towns.
Medium took the picture.
I have gotten to know one side of the Ridge. Now I get to drive around the other side, getting lost and calling Small Farm Girl for help. I have a feeling I might be able to get lost enough that she won't even know where I am.
Ironweed, jewel weed and golden rod is in full bloom here. Come morning I will be headed out into my yard to start harvesting said plants. I plan on some balm with the jewel weed, cooking with the ironweed, and syrups and powders with the golden rod. Chestnuts have began to open as well. I bought some more blue jars this morning. One guy wanted $7 a jar. Because they had the lids. But I found the gentleman I bought the last case from, and bought more at that $2 a piece price, with the lids. Also picked up some small tins and tonic bottles with stoppers.
It's been almost a year since the motorcycle wreck, and today Husband surprised me by replacing my wedding rings.
He knows me so well. He found a 1940's poison ring. Sterling silver and amethyst. And it fit perfectly. Almost like it had been sitting there waiting for me. I adore him. Yes, I know, strange wedding band, but it is perfect for me.
Last night Husband and I lay by the campfire, holding each other and staring at the stars. Even if I live in Banshee holler, it feels like the right place for us.