For the past month, I've taken the lease at The Glass Mountain Treehouse. An amazing time of nearly perfect weather and an autumn that would defeat Seurat and challenge Monet.
The house on arrival.
The house now.
Let one tree stand for untold billions in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
And what a lovely place it is. Makes you want to say grace, doesn't it?
There is something about being in the Appalachains that encourages introspection and calm in the same way that the Rockies encourage frenetic action and parties. And it is pronounced with the short "a" unless you want to be branded as a pretentious flat-lander. Being there makes me feel better about everything in general and I am glad to see that you appreciate the area.
Dan Patterson
Arrogant Infidel
Welcome to God's Country. We're building a house nearby and know just what you mean. We'll preserve our ten acres and pond as a natural park for our children, neighbors and future children.
The best way to preserve our natural world is for individuals to buy some and make it so.
Y'think Algore will give me carbon credits?
Posted by: Footloose at November 6, 2007 10:10 AMA splendid retreat for a fabulous writer.
Posted by: askmom at November 6, 2007 4:16 PMCue in music: George Winston's "Autumn".
Posted by: David at November 7, 2007 1:49 PMLucky bastard!
Posted by: Jimmy J. at November 7, 2007 10:25 PMAhh! There may be more beautiful places than the Blue Ridge in the fall; but it suits me.
Posted by: Bob Gilkison at November 8, 2007 2:30 PM"It is impossible to speak in such a way that you cannot be misunderstood." -- Karl Popper N.B.: Comments are moderated to combat spam and may not appear immediately. Comments that exceed the obscenity or stupidity limits will be either edited or expunged.