Every town needs a community center, I suppose.
Not five minutes' walk around the corner is Jeffersonton's own, combined with the smallest Post Office you ever did see. When the winds start to change and evenings become crisp, you may one evening come to hear frequent consecutive gunshots over yonder. It's the annual Turkey Shoot. And no, they're not shooting turkeys.
Old timers in flannel shirts grab their guns, young men in Levi's grab their guns (and their girlfriends), and shoot at paper targets to compete for prizes such as a huge ham hock or a football-shaped container of cheese and salami. (Traditionally, the prize was a frozen turkey...hence "Turkey Shoot", but that doesn't seem to matter anymore.)
Last night we wandered over with hot mugs of tea (and wine) to experience a bit of the local culture. The lane was so dark on the way over, that the brightest thing was the sky painted with stars.
Today we're looking at a full day of cutting and bouquet-making; sunny with a high of 72. It feels good to see Fall finally on its way to the Virginia countryside!
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