It is a fascinating thing to experience spring in South Carolina’s midlands, then to climb high into the mountains of western North Carolina where nature reveals herself in a completely different way.
What I mean is here at Bickley’s Pond–where the land is flat and the days are already scorching hot, the golds are gone and world is lush with every green imaginable. The earth bursts to life with an immediacy and an intensity that demands you sit up and notice, right away.
It is different high in the mountains. The changes come not only later, but more slowly, the earth revealing her beauty in tiny, quiet bits, taking her time, giving you the chance to relish every sweet moment.
There’s something lovely about that pace and the space it allows for dreaming;
for watching the green climb slowly up the mountains;
for spotting one wildflower, then two, then three.
How lucky Tim and I are to get to experience both.
How lucky we all are (aren’t we?) to live in a world where seasons go,
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