Category: Mountain Dreams

Michael Pollan had an article in the New York Times that spells out many reasons for locally grown food. Writing about the recent E. coli contamination he had this to say… The Vegetable-Industrial Complex – New York Times: “…if industrial farming gave us this bug, it is industrial eating that has spread it far and wide. We don’’t yet know

About the only tree around here that is beginning to show fall colors is this little maple in the yard next door. I used a bit of flash to bring out the colors against the sunrise on Friday…

My Grandpa Sewell always thought 13 was his lucky number. His place in Orchard, TX was 2.13 acres by deed. The “ranch” he bought before he retired was 213 acres…maybe 213 should have been his lucky number…He would have considered Friday the 13 as a most auspicious day, and enjoyed it immensely. It would have tied in well with his

It seems the morning email list is beginning to follow a pattern. The first couple of emails concern my blog traffic (and yes I do look), followed by my My-Cast Weather Report, followed by the Washington Post Headlines. From today’s Weather Report I see there is a nip in that mountain air with both Boone, NC and Floyd, Va reporting

I read this phrase way down at the end of an interesting post… the Contrary Goddess: This is me, this is who I am: “If it were not illegal, I could milk three cows and support my farm and family. The state prohibits me from the right livelihood my grandmothers knew.” Which set me to thinking about how many of

As I read the morning news I see that fall has returned to the Blue Ridge. I was starting to worry. The daily temperatures were beginning to look to much like here. I am sure there are many folks in the mountains that were not complaining about the warmer than normal temps, but warm weather is not part of my

The name of this blog comes from my Dream that in the next few years I will have the opportunity to make my way to the Mountains to finish out my life there. The North Carolina comes in because it is where I first discovered the Blue Ridge. I spend my time between trips to the Valle Crucis, North Carolina

…into a clearing sky.

The days storms are over and the sun is setting…

I just love a storm…