About Linda Mercer and Wetumpka Hill
Wetumpka Hill is my home, a cabin in the WV mountains on a hill (naturally) that literally runs with water in the springtime or any other time of flooding. Wetumpka means “Falling Waters”, hence “Falling Waters” Hill. I retired from the federal government as an operations analyst for the Naval Surface Warfare Center a few more years ago than I care to count and now volunteer for several nature-related organizations and the great rescue organization where I got Precious. That’s www.maessr.org in case you’re interested.
I just realized how long ago it was since I updated my front page. For those of you who read the original, Mr. Feathers, my ancient parakeet succumbed to stress after breaking a toe. At thirteen I think he had a pretty long life. I wasn’t ready to let go of my springer spaniel, Precious, but a sneaky kidney infection and nearly 15 years of life thwarted all our efforts until I had to let her go last November 1 in 2017. I couldn’t bear to remove her picture but I think I will add some of my other springer pictures, perhaps on a separate page or onto my Facebook page.
I’ve been a WV Master Naturalist since 2011 but the last year or so I’ve had to confine my re-certification and volunteer work to webinars and counting the crazy birds outside of my window. I’m hoping that will change this year since they finally found out what was causing the leg and back spasms that put a nasty hitch in my “get-along”. They removed a rather large cyst from my spine last December and fixed that. Now I just have to get the damaged muscles back into shape so I can get back to being outdoors.
I’ve finally gotten a lot of work done on my book “Ghosts of the Goblin Wind” which I’m hoping will be available on Amazon sometime this fall. It’s set in both present day and colonial times in the Shenandoah Valley and the ridge and valley system of WV. In a nutshell, it tells the stories of how the actions of our ancestors can make or break the lives of their descendants. In this case, it’s the residents of MisFit Farm and a place called BrokenWood Meadow. And, yes, there’s a murder or two and some “mild” romance (at least, mild at first). If you enjoy it as much as I like writing it, I’m ahead of the game. I’ll post an excerpt later in the summer. As ol’ Porky the Pig used to say, “That’s All, Folks!” At least, for now.
Walk with Knowledge and Wisdom, Keep a Kind and Caring Heart.