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High Country Life
Living in the Appalachians is a beautiful thing. I appreciate the appeal of warm-weather locales and big-city bustle and amenities. Having been there, done both, there is something matchlessly special about residing in the mountains and sharing these beautiful surroundings with the folks living in these parts.
Mother Nature Done Good
For starters, it’s life in a vignette that never tires the senses. All four seasons seemingly have starting and stopping points, each vying for the prize snapshots of rolling hills, mountain peaks and ridges, picturesque landscapes, all-matter of birds and hummingbirds vying for spots on the feeders, critters grazing on properties and crossing gravel roads, crazy-stunning sunsets, umpteen kazillion twinkling stars in the clearest-night skies, and a lungful of mountain air as refreshing as a silky smooth southern “Good morning, darlin’!”
Each fall brings crispness of breath, country fairs and craft shows, and a stunning pallet of reds, yellows, purples and browns. Each winter, single digits and perhaps multiple inches of snow, and fireplaces bringing their distinctive warmth to family and home, with an amber lightshow flickering on the family Christmas tree freshly cut from a local farm. Each spring, renewal! Inspiration! And happiness knowing that life will get warmer, bringing with it buds, blossoms, home vegetable gardens, and a countryside awash with the best color in the world — green is life! Summer, never OMG steamy and swelty in nature’s perfect spa, is the singular call for the appearance of grills and hammocks, music festivals, pontoon boats, yard sales, world-class hiking, fishing and river-rafting, and just plain old meandering on small-town main streets.
Give Mother Nature considerable credit for helping create the year-round character of a place worth living and visiting.
D’jeet yet? Not A Problem!
Good grub gets high marks in the Appalachians, too. There are far too many southern and mountain specialties to name and certainly to expound upon. Still, family kitchens and select restaurants know how to turn out mouth-watering eats including all matter of casseroles, country ham, fried chicken, giblet gravy, southern potato salad, Brunswick stew, chicken fried steak, barbecue, cornbread, pimento cheese, grits, fried okra, apple butter, collard greens with pot liquor, blackened catfish, biscuits, black-eyed peas, and chicken and dumplings. All washed down with, of course, several glasses of sweet tea. There’s boiled peanuts, cheese curds, and the traditional combos of salted peanuts and Coke, Moon Pie and RC Cola, Krispy Kreme and Cheerwine for southern snacking. And pies! Custard, pecan and sweet potato … or perhaps banana pudding. Is there a stronger, more descriptive food emotion than hmm? If so, insert here. And always bless the food.
Just remember that if you’re invited to dinner, that means show up for lunch. Supper means dinner. Either way, the odds of experiencing good eats and better company are extremely high.
- “All pitchers are liars or crybabies.” — As are a good number of our politicians, it turns out.
- “Even Napoleon had his Watergate.” — As have a select number of our politicians.
- “You’ve got to be very careful if you don’t know where you are going because you might not get there.” — ‘Nuff said.
- “I never said most of the things I said.” —Sound serially familiar?
- “It ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.” —Just saying.
- “Take it with a grin of salt.” — You pick … Applicable to debunked stories and facts or attitude. Or both?
- “I want to thank everyone for making this night necessary.” — Ditto with these sensible restrictions and constraints on our movements. They aren’t boundaries on our freedoms. They’re necessary for us to safely put those freedoms back in play for everyone without potentially hurting anyone.
- “If the world were perfect, it wouldn’t be.” — Even in tough times, we can help it get closer to perfection. Buy the Starbucks coffee for the guy in line behind you. Mow your neighbor’s lawn. Bring his recycling bin up to his garage. Put the cart back in the place for carts in the supermarket parking lot. Pretend that every person you meet, hopefully with mask-and-gloves attire, has a sign around their neck that says, “Make me feel important.” Set one exciting goal every day. Don’t judge. Observe. Assess. Be happy and pay it forward. How about this one … If your family is “good,” break up your stimulus check and send it to folks who or organizations that could truly use it. Empower yourself to be happy in the midst of tough times, and do things to make others feel just a little bit better, too.
- And lastly from Yogi, “If the people don’t want to come out to the ballpark, nobody’s going to stop them.” This is one person who looks forward to getting back out to the ballpark, and you can use that as a metaphor for whatever you wish. I miss a lot of things. We all do. Have Faith. They’ll return. I know that we may not be where we want to be yet, but we’re closer than we were yesterday.
Stay strong. Stay smart. Keep the Faith. The end is in sight. Thanks for listening.
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Susan
January 29, 2021 at 5:31 pm
Lee, this is a beautiful article written with words that create imagery as beautiful as the North Carolina country! Congrats again on this venture. I’m sure you will share many beautiful words with the world here. You are a gifted writer and thinker.
Tim Thomas
January 30, 2021 at 9:16 am
In a word, Excellent. A thoroughly enjoyable, lighthearted read which accurately captured the spirit of country life. You are talented at your craft old friend. I look forward to reading more.
Sam Dannaway
February 1, 2021 at 12:23 am
Well done, keep it up.
Terri Saulen
February 7, 2021 at 6:57 pm
Your words take me there. Such visual words. Breathtaking. Beautifully written.