It’s chilly and raining here in North Carolina. Autumn
is beginning to get a foothold now. There is a tinge of colored leaves on the
oaks and maples on my street. The dogwoods seem to be in a hurry to get their autumn
foliage out. On the news this morning, I heard the leaves have changed colors
in the Smoky Mountains. It you’ve never seen that, it’s a beautiful sight.
I am flooded with memories of road trips to the North
Carolina Mountains each autumn with the purpose of buying a pumpkin to carve
for Halloween at one of the pumpkin farms. Oh sure, I could have bought a
pumpkin at the local Farmer’s Market or even at the grocery store, but then I
wouldn’t have had that memorable road trip.
One cannot travel through the mountains without
stopping to buy apple cider and honey at one of roadside stands. Naturally, I
had to visit every antique store along the way to look for a new whirligig or
hand crafted Christmas ornament. Sometimes I had sensory overload looking at
all the handcrafted items and quilts.
The trip wouldn’t have been complete without having a
hot meal at a family owned restaurant. I loved those trips. Those were the
days, my friend. I didn’t know at the time that I would be storing up all those
wonderful memories to relive now.
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