We live in the Uwharrie Mountain Range…I am told the oldest mountain range on the continent. Uwharrie is a Indian word.
The mountains range in height to about 2000 feet. They have names like Caraway Mountain, Goat Mountain, Mt. Shepherd, Dutchman’s Mountain, Ridge Mountain, and Steep Rock. To name a few….
Yesterday we had some strong rain storms. As I came back from Asheboro on HWY 64 the sun was setting. I was headed west into the setting sun. What I saw literally took my breath…The sun was a pale champagne color and the clouds were the palest of grey and the sky icy blue. It was so beautiful.
As I came into the Caraway Creek bottoms, there was a mist you could all most feel it looking at it. Grey and thick, and the sun was shinning on the new fully leafed out bright green trees. It was purely magical. The mist looked like lazy smoke rising. Whispering its secrets of long ago when The Kewayee Indians roamed free and lived in their village located in these very creek bottoms.
This afternoon as the sun set…Les and I along with all our dogs sat outside in the swing and listened to the far away Whippoorwills as they worked their way closer to our home to sing to us their beautiful songs. We sat and listened with awe. Then a chorus of Ows chimed in and it was quite the musical. I thought of my sweet Grandma and how she use to say Whippoorwills would come to your ash pile to sing. Must be true!
The air is cool and good for sleeping . The crickets making their music and off in the distance the bull frogs are doing their part. The honeysuckle is lightly on the breeze and occasionally I catch a faint whiff of wild roses.
The stars are out bright and the sky is full of them!
