Stone majesty and misty vales unfold in the distant horizons. Green shaded Blue Ridge mists lay tucked in verdant vales like carpets of smoky silence that cover ancient runes that fall into the haze of history and the sea.
One of Merri's and my great fortunes is that we live in the very middle of nowhere. [...]
Published on August 14th, 2003
Perfumes of fresh cut grass rise beyond slow creek murmurs. Soft smells of summer, nature's pure richness, astringent backgrounds of pine and hemlock spice the fresh air.
Sometimes when watching our hound dog, I think she's a lot smarter than I am.
Other times, such as yesterday I know she is. I was sweating, cutting the lawn. [...]
Published on August 13th, 2003
Mountain winds whisper through giant hemlock and pine. A fresh tang of cut grass drifts buoyant with the promise of a sunny day.
What a day! Up at dawn, writing, then harvesting fresh lettuce and tomatoes. Wearing shorts. Enjoying the afternoon sun. Hot, jumping into Little Horse Creek. Sitting in cooling pools. Relaxing under the old [...]
Published on August 5th, 2003
Forest's silence cut by sweet songs, a waterfall in the warm mountain air. Blackberries and dew, glistening like purple diamonds set in summer's ripe wardrobe even as it fades in the specter of fall. Little Horse Creek deep in the woods. The garden bursts with summer crops of corn, [...]
Published on August 4th, 2003
Morning mists of early dawn lay in sheets at meadow's edge. Pale sunlight warms morning birds that dance on pine straw and applaud the rising sun. Their song is harmony with the creek rushing below, nature's, sweet symphony in tune with the freshness of this new day, pure and ready to enjoy.
North Carolina-deep in a [...]
Published on August 1st, 2003