Grrrr…. by Erica at High Rocks
March came in like a lion that didn’t want to leave. Its paws, wet and heavy with snow, pushed over trees to High Rocks, knocked out power (again), and
Promises of new life ~by Marlyn at High Rocks
Despite Mr. Punxsutawney Phil’s prediction, March is going out as a roaring lion this year. With another snowstorm closing in on the mountaintops of Pocahontas County, WV, I
The Sap is Rising in WV ~by Erica at High Rocks
The first week in February dozens of people filed into the Hillsboro Library and plunked baggies of dirt down on the counter. Luckily our librarians are very tolerant of such
Kitchen Redo at High Rocks ~ by Erica
White particles swirl in the air, as is quite common here in January. The difference is these are swirling about inside. In our kitchen, in fact. That's because these particles
Ode to a Row Cover ~by Erica at High Rocks
It's winter in Pocahontas County. Well, not technically, of course, but with temperatures in the mid-teens at night, I am not getting hung up on technicalities. We distributed row covers
Keeping the Vampires at Bay ~by Erica at High Rocks
As weather forecasts came across the wire last week, one thing was on many gardeners’ minds: “It’s garlic planting time!” Usually we have a larger window of time to get
Frost on the Pumpkin ~by Erica at High Rocks
Frosty mornings and starry night freezes. Hot sunshine and cold autumn breezes. Digging potatoes, whites, golds, and reds. Coiling the hoses in garden sheds. Harvest, prepare, preserve, and bake. Cultivate,
Joining the Grow Appalachia Team ~by Marlyn at High Rocks
Hello. My name is Marlyn McClendon and I am the latest Grow Appalachia AmeriCorps member here at High Rocks this year. I am a native of WV and one thing
More Fun with Vegetables ~by Erica at High Rocks
Pocahontas County is growing a lot of food these days. So much, that people are starting to get creative with it. Some might even say strange. We’d like to share
Salsa! ~by Erica at High Rocks
“They feel just like eyeballs!” said the teenager with her hands buried deep in just-blanched black plum tomatoes. Was she preparing a feature for a haunted house? No, but
