Tuesday, May 28, 2013


Climbing into the arms
of an apple tree,
my favorite book in hand,
the fragrance of blossoms
pulsed on a breeze.

My hiding place
among a canopy of leaves,
the rain crow cooed
in the forest, predicting rain.

On summer days,
the apple tree offered
a cool shade,
a place for picnics,
savoring fried apple pies.

Great-Grandpa Dallas Matheson
planted an apple orchard
above the frost line
on Shewbird Mountian.

Great-Grandma Martha Matheson  dried fruit:
the horse apple, hog sweet, red June,
striped June, striped May, pumpkin apple,
queen pippin, pound apple, black beauty.

Each spring the apple trees rejoiced
and washed the woods with
a blanket of snow.
--Brenda Kay Ledford

Wednesday, May 15, 2013


Our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, have a lovely rhododendron garden.
They graciously allowed me to photograph their flowers.
I hope my blogger friends will enjoy these azaleas.

I hope my blogger friends have enjoyed these flowers.

Blanche's Permanent Wave

Rondy and Blanche Ledford after getting her first permanent wave. The rage in the mountain town of Hayesville, North Carolina duri...