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From Farm to Table…via Lynchburg

Our Virginia adventures continued yesterday with a day trip into Lynchburg.  A few weeks ago, while still back in New Hampshire, we had sought out and registered for a 10K race downtown.  We have a goal of running a race every month this year, and due to our travels, a Virginia race best fit our schedule for May.  Neither of us had been to Lynchburg before, and running the race was a great way to see part of the city.  (You can read my full recap here if you’re interested…)

After the race, which had an early 8 AM start, we did a quick change of clothes at the car (tucked into a shady spot in a free parking garage) and walked several blocks down Main Street to the Lynchburg Community Market.  We planned to fill a bag with fresh local produce, but first things first…specifically, breakfast.  We assumed the long line at Barb’s Dream Hut inside the marketplace was a good sign, so we ordered veggie omelets and shared a side of hash browns.  We also ended up sharing our table with a local couple in their late 70s.  They were newlyweds, having just tied the knot last December, although their first date was actually 63 years earlier, before he introduced her to his best friend…whom she subsequently married.  It was a sweet story and part of a lovely conversation.

After breakfast, we wandered around the indoor market, picking up some Vidalia relish and locally roasted coffee before hitting up the farm stalls outside.  We loaded two shopping bags with onions, peppers, squash, cabbage, beets, sweet potatoes, and kale, plus a loaf of fresh bread and a tub of sun-dried tomato goat cheese.  As is typical for farmers markets, we paid a lower-than-usual price for produce fresh from the producers’ trucks and a higher-than-usual price for artisan breads and cheeses.  For us, this is a fair trade-off, allowing us to support the local economy (wherever we are) and satisfy our own desires to know what we are eating and how it was made.

L to R: Lynchburg Community Market, the day’s bounty, grilled deliciousness

We left the market and walked back to the car, stashing our goods before driving over to the Old City Cemetery.  The cemetery is more than a burial ground, as it contains five small museums paying homage to Lynchburg’s role in the Civil War and the railroad’s role in Lynchburg’s history.  Lynchburg’s location on the James River and at the convergence of three major railways led to its establishment as a major hospital site during the Civil War.  The cemetery is filled with history, including the graves of more than 2,200 Confederate soldiers and numerous early cultural and political leaders from the region.

L to R: Historical marker, engraved arch, serene grounds

Our next and final stop in town was the Anne Spencer House for a visit to her garden.  Spencer was a poet and part of the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s.  Her house is part of the Pierce Street historic district (one of seven historic districts in Lynchburg), and the garden has been lovingly restored by a local non-profit group.  It is open to the public from dawn to dusk, and we found ourselves alone there on a sunny Saturday afternoon.  We wandered the garden paths and sat in chairs outside Edankraal, the writing cottage her husband built for her so she would have a quiet place to write and be inspired by the beauty of the garden.  The garden is filled with history, both in the stories of significant visitors that stayed there and in the plants and flowers in the garden, many of which have persisted since the Spencers first planted them in the 1930s and 1940s.

L to R: Cottage signage, J on the porch, garden fountain (gift from W. E. B. DuBois)

On the way home, we talked about how we would love to have a cottage like Edankraal someday, a quiet place for writing and possibly for living.  For now, we are getting used to writing and living wherever we find ourselves, which this week is at our friend’s mountain retreat.  After the short drive back there, we unloaded our bounty and got down to the business of making the most amazing grilled sandwiches using the fresh bread, onion relish and goat cheese.  We capped the day by heading up to the second-story deck to watch the sun set over the mountains, thankful for a perfect day and the opportunity to explore places like Lynchburg. –J