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Oh gosh, isn't it wonderful when you can have a moment like this--when you're living truly in the present moment? It brings such a feeling of deep peace.


Heaven is right. You lucky, lucky girl.

I'm at work. Of course, I'm surfing blogs, so it can't be all bad, right?


I know that feeling. You captured it well.... And your photos are gorgeous.

Emma G

You are quite lucky! I never get that kind of quietness.....if you go to broadwaydreamer.typepad.com/naturegirl you'll see why........


I can picture it perfectly.


How lovely.

I just made my husband come look at your blog. HERE. This is where I want to be. Can I be her neighbor! HERE.

I tried to show him what a great neighbor you would be with the Grasshopper Love photo. She must be full of good humor and quirky, lots of great folks in the mountains.

I showed him the lovely picture of your daughter enjoying the stream. HERE. This is what I want. I want THIS for my guys. I miss the streams of Montreat, Black Mountain, and Asheville. I'd even take the Haw near Chapel Hill.

Sigh. I think I'm Blue Ridge Dreaming. Thanks for the post. Shannon

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Favorite Quotes

  • "Only by understanding where I live can I learn how to live." Scott Russell Sanders, Staying Put
  • "I live my life in growing orbits, Which move out over the things of the world." Ranier Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours
  • "Most of all nature is reflected in our capacity for wonder. Nasci. To be born." Richard Louv, Last Child in the Woods
  • "It is a grand long view. The river and valley, and then coves and blue ridges heaved up and ragged to the limits of eyesight." Charles Frazier, thirteen moons
  • "A conscientious journal keeper is really the natural historian of his own life." Verlyn Klinkenborg, The Rural Life
  • " You could build your own life on the observation of it." Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain
  • "...the view stretched on and on across rows of blue mountains, each paler than the last until the final ranks were indistinguishable from sky. It was as if all the world might be composed of nothing but valley and ridge." Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain

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