That is the bucolic landscape my son and his partner awaken to every morning from their new digs. That white strip in the distance is not a river, as my mind’s eye kept trying to make it, but the plant clotches farmers use on immature crops. Part of the appeal of their move here was in fact the landscape and the promise it’ll never change, … Continue reading Sunday Almanac: Four Rainy Days in Mills River, NC
The season has changed and suddenly I find myself anticipating the holidays. I am the first to condemn the world for jumping the gun on every ‘Hallmark’ holiday, to thumb my nose at Halloween swag on store shelves in August and Christmas décor in October, and so this mood is unusual for me. I offer only the paltry excuse that a sense of nostalgia settled … Continue reading Sunday Almanac: It Is Good to Be Home
“See that tree line on the ridge up there?” I shade my brow with one hand and squint into the late afternoon sunlight to look, our last afternoon in daylight saving time. Tomorrow morning we’ll wake to an earlier sunrise and a shorter day. “Yep.” “Now look to the right. See where the trees are missing?” Against the fiery orange western sky, the ridgeline hovers … Continue reading Reflection: O, Asheville
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