<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 09 Oct 2024 02:24:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>critters</category><category>spirit</category><category>plants</category><category>garden</category><category>rural living</category><category>trees</category><category>cold</category><category>things I never noticed before or if I did I forgot</category><title>Meanwhile, back in the holler</title><description></description><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-5979662298740010292</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T09:34:41.425-06:00</atom:updated><title>Hickories- shaggy and shelly</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Hunts Poorly,I hope you don&#39;t mind, but I have decided that rather than let this blog languish any longer, and due to time constraints, I shall begin posting my emails to you about the holler in the blog, killing too rabbits with one stone, so to speak. I am sure you will censure and scold me when necessary.      I enjoyed the visual in your email of the fire ring in the snow at the boat lot</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2009/01/hickories-shaggy-and-shelly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLCeqFO1UfHo6eXOl7b41S7MuTpwuauBNcN0PxfVLQN64ZAxLfTxiaQ-ybUzyHHul4gc3ewyUa9yC7xGJz3GduwbTgtFa0fMPikcz8IS0ZdTNcSr25hYrvipYMQWQ43WqYQuxwczgF36K/s72-c/hicorkynuts.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-7600889359830753488</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-21T16:58:06.677-05:00</atom:updated><title>Paw Paw Poo Poo</title><atom:summary type="text">Old timey gardeners I have known where often heard to say &amp;quot;I like them McCaslin beans (or viney tomaters, or sally sweet corn or which-ever suiting variety) cause they don&#39;t come in all ta once&amp;quot;&amp;#160; Well, yep, that&#39;s a good thing, to spread out your harvest like that.  &amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Unless the harvest is a wild thing that grows best up on the ledge above the pasture and on the </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/paw-paw-poo-poo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CGTennessee/SNa5Au65_tI/AAAAAAAABK8/lTomFo4Ot1I/s72-c/2008%2008%2030%20011-1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-4261034588782224411</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-21T15:06:57.546-05:00</atom:updated><title>Political Poo Poo</title><atom:summary type="text">I am heartsick and I could go on about it. I have a lot to say about the sorry-assed state of our leaders controllers, but because I do have so much to say, I won&#39;t.  I&#39;ll just leave it to the innovative musical duo Timbuk3, who said it all in these lyrics from their seminal album &amp;quot;Greetings from Timbuk 3&amp;quot; (a &amp;quot;must listen&amp;quot; from the last century, if you don&#39;t own it already)</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/political-poo-poo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-5838041159361289331</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-03T19:05:22.918-05:00</atom:updated><title>duct tape moth</title><atom:summary type="text">There is a table by my back porch door that collects all sorts of things and periodically I have to &amp;quot;uncollect&amp;quot; it.  Most recently, on top of the collection, I had dropped a waterproof box that I had rigged with a strap for carrying a camera in the kayak.   I had used, of course, the universal rigging material- duct tape.  During the uncollecting process (aka &amp;quot;tidying up&amp;quot;) I </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/duct-tape-moth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJQX3QV-x_XKS_00WhxWGU0nYLAEPEctj1W5U9UYAchA9mBiqxQ8hkCOhZAL1pSPi6n7lRW1U1uoEdJeqNe-EWdwFtV3xbtYz9azNfSIek_9Sh8UJ8jof-vk3zemQWh9pZ_3hHRoSLE8w/s72-c/2008+09+03+015_edited-0.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-1791608103181218968</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-01T16:24:27.487-05:00</atom:updated><title>Air (bird)craft carrier</title><atom:summary type="text">                          So JB had to do a gig on an aircraft carrier, he was pretty quiet on the way to the airport, struggling with his own politics and the need to be in the right headspace to perform. His only comment was &amp;quot;creeps me out, ya know&amp;quot;.           I kept my mouth shut (my new spiritual practice~snicker)          On the way home from dropping him off, I stewed and simmered</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/air-birdcraft-carrier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/CGTennessee/SLxZHHoYx3I/AAAAAAAABHc/9U3f_Y7b4N8/s72-c/2008%2008%2028%20009_edited-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-2353573084234818407</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 01:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T20:04:50.712-05:00</atom:updated><title>don&amp;#39;t turn anything on</title><atom:summary type="text">                                                                                                                               I heard that whispered on my way up from the garden this evening. A perfect hazy evening with glimpses of afternoon sun breaking through a streak of gray days.</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/don-turn-anything-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/CGTennessee/SLdLK8xRuwI/AAAAAAAABGw/u8stIq8IXgQ/s72-c/2008%2008%2028%20005_edited-1s_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-4930966542942724996</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T20:33:44.975-05:00</atom:updated><title>when a tree falls in the forest....let there be light</title><atom:summary type="text">                                                                                                                                 I was coming down off the ridge by way of cane hollow the other day. I had gone on a &amp;quot;head clearing power walk / fence check&amp;quot; .                                                                           &amp;#160;</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-tree-falls-in-forestlet-there-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CGTennessee/SKtzoG3LRVI/AAAAAAAABGM/EIFfeV1qcYk/s72-c/2008%2008%2019%2005s2_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-3215233564351651083</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T15:34:32.886-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">critters</category><title>tattered and torn</title><atom:summary type="text">I am experimenting with embedding full screen slideshows...you have to click on the little full screen icon to start it...I got this code from bloggertemplates picasa web albumthe problem is, when you close the slideshow, it takes you to my picasa album, not back to this blog...hmmm, maybe i have done something wrong?</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/tattered-and-torn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-497372450902150904</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T13:23:01.625-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">plants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things I never noticed before or if I did I forgot</category><title>cantaloupe leaves harvesting rainwater</title><atom:summary type="text">                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I think I will start a new category entitled &amp;quot;things I never noticed before. or if I did, I forgot&amp;quot;</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/cantaloupe-leaves-harvesting-rainwater.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/CGTennessee/SJ8xT299DfI/AAAAAAAABBs/i0mcf12mO4s/s72-c/cantaloupe-leaves_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-4392482688158737782</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T21:58:05.989-05:00</atom:updated><title>Why I quit posting in this blog, and why I might start back</title><atom:summary type="text">Because a mean customer scolded me severely for posting in my blog, instead of answering her email, which I never received, because she used a bad email address.I take things to heart, especially scolding. I had to completely rethink the egoic relationship with writing and the energy it takes, and why I even bother to write when I don&#39;t say anything important and my family,the farm and my </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-quit-posting-in-this-blog-and-why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-3112153108909154914</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-31T16:41:45.947-06:00</atom:updated><title>Framing Sunsets</title><atom:summary type="text">Funny how we are made both melancholy and comforted by sunsets.   Strange how we look to frame them in photographs, by mountains or tree branches or buildings, as if that would hold them.   Their beauty is a result of the passing of time, the very thing that saddens us.     In the holler, sunset views are not made of clouds against open skies, they are made of hill shadows and humps, illuminated </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/01/framing-sunsets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-3762146705521216875</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-22T18:31:58.606-06:00</atom:updated><title>Out of the office</title><atom:summary type="text">Back in June or July, an online company that I do business with set up a strange and unintentional group of fantasies for me.   I order from them regularly every month or so and without divulging their identity, I can say that it has to do with my knitting patterns.... I have to request certain things, and they have to bill me and then acknowledge my payment, so there is a double set of emails </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-of-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-4240898323512574972</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 23:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T17:36:43.788-06:00</atom:updated><title>sensation of place</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m back. The folks live &amp;quot;way out in the country&amp;quot; on one side of Nashville (well, that term in the last 10 years has changed considerable, become somewhat meaningless)&amp;#160; and I live way out in the country (relative to some) on the other side of Nashville.&amp;#160; That means I have to drive through Nashville to visit them, or fetch them back and forth from the doctors. If it was all &amp;</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/01/sensation-of-place.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-3431064751924153978</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-07T18:39:47.207-06:00</atom:updated><title>Putting a chickadee to bed</title><atom:summary type="text">I&amp;#160; have watched chickens go to roost in the evenings countless times...  On spring evenings while trying to squeeze the most gardening hours into the last of the daylight in the first of the warm. Or on those final darkening hours of autumn when the spirit knows that there won&#39;t be many more evenings warm enough to sit outside.   You can hear them, rustling and shuffling. Shifting position, </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/01/putting-chickadee-to-bed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-573744989947729690</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-04T19:30:13.899-06:00</atom:updated><title>!shroom changes</title><atom:summary type="text">Shroom! and then there were changes.  Up until Wednesday, it was a wonderful week for walking in the woods and working on moss photography, that evolved into mushroom photography, instead (there are 6 W&#39;s in that sentence....nonsense-what is it about mushrooms that is inherently silly, the hallucinogenic aspects?)  Anyway.        And some lovely moss, too.     Then overnight it all changed.  </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2008/01/shroom-changes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-1159899808088923646</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 00:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-29T19:08:18.436-06:00</atom:updated><title>hush, listen over on yonder ridge!</title><atom:summary type="text">Another thing I have missed over this sorry sad year past is any and all of the woodpeckers. BCC they had been so common in the holler that you could hear one drumming away for insects at just about any time that you set your ear to listening. Often their loud call would cause me to look up from my work and watch one zig-zagging its way up the holler, back and forth from ridge side to ridge side,</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2007/12/hush-listen-over-on-yonder-ridge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-5907066403385740418</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 13:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-24T16:05:52.026-06:00</atom:updated><title>Solstice Thunder, solstice moon</title><atom:summary type="text">Although we have had a few frosty nights,&amp;#160; most days this winter have been gloomy damp and 50 degrees, unseasonably warm.  There was one afternoon in the upper 30&#39;s&amp;#160; when the sky spit tiny pellets that whitened the warm ground for 20 minutes or so and then the wind picked up and the holler dissolved back into gray.  The new little pond has taught me many things already.        Despite a</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2007/12/solstice-thunder-solstice-moon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-6907056659139456100</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-12T14:08:14.707-06:00</atom:updated><title>(part 1)Turkey Roosting Time in Tennessee</title><atom:summary type="text">While the Midwest has had ice storms instead of&amp;#160; seasonal snow, we have had record warm. 75 degrees yesterday, twice I had to go back into the house to slip into something not so hot, digging around for a t-shirt that hasn&#39;t been packed away. Guess I will have to change my seasonal clothing storage habits that have evolved over the years to adapt to the new climate. Critters can&#39;t make </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-1turkey-roosting-time-in-tennessee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-2655766470494374969</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-08T09:01:29.134-06:00</atom:updated><title>old &amp;quot;mossyback&amp;quot; and photo difficulty</title><atom:summary type="text">Recently I conversed with a young neighbor man who was crossing my property on a scouting mission. He rolled down his pick-up window while his two buddies sat silently in the front seat. Pleasantly stoned and with a beer in hand (him, not me, I had my camera in my hand) we danced the redneck dance of posturing and postulating, pedigree and critter sightings until we found common ground and had </atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-and-photo-difficulty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-7220433249152330122</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T07:37:06.197-06:00</atom:updated><title>from the bottom to the top</title><atom:summary type="text">At the top of the cut through, at the sharp bend in the steep bank, there is an old stump.    The stump protrudes out 6 feet from the bank, and 8 feet under its curved roots hangs nothing but thin air. The road has washed out from under it, leaving it a large, curved knee of a stump sculpture.  &amp;#160; On this day, we find bright moss and perky button mushrooms, sitting on the lap of this stump,</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-bottom-to-top.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-3524590610359227295</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-04T09:16:48.047-06:00</atom:updated><title>watercolor winter</title><atom:summary type="text">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  pastureJPG,      funny how melancholy winter lays on the earth sometimes....a body don&#39;t have much to sayand yet, they want to read what others have to say, to chase the blues away, and they are quiet, too.</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2007/12/watercolor-winter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2040/2076144443_81c9491ea2_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-8686258698246130624</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-30T19:24:09.661-06:00</atom:updated><title>special hunting edition</title><atom:summary type="text">I might have mentioned before that I live on a half dead road...that is, I would be at the end of a dead end road, because the road peters out after my driveway, but if you have a 4 wheel drive vehicle, you could bounce and whine your way up to the top, or bounce and careen your way down from the top.It is a &quot;cut through&quot; road. Mostly it is used by me for brisk, head clearing, heart pumping walks</atom:summary><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2007/11/special-hunting-edition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-6153431231417092643</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-08T08:47:04.522-06:00</atom:updated><title>climate change delays my video</title><atom:summary type="text">so here it is, another visit to the hollow....autumn (after it stops buffering and starts to play, hit pause and let it load all the way, blogger vids work a little different than youtube, this is an experiment for me) (scroll to bottom to see videos)The original intent was to &quot;send myself to homeschool&quot; to learn video editing (I really miss the days of homeschooling the boys, so I rustled up a </atom:summary><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b65d7f2f04049b3d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://intheholler.blogspot.com/2007/11/climate-change-delays-my-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cady May)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342580475352673510.post-5559278463483239599</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T22:06:09.642-06:00</atom:updated><title>full, fall, fell</title><atom:summary type="text">There was a late afternoon a few days ago that the birds were in a particular frenzy at the feeder....snow tonight, I wondered? But the leaves were still bright and hanging on, and it was warm enough that there were  4 frogs sitting on the edge of the pondlet.Went to bed without building a fire and woke up with a very cold nose. 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