Heading down the hill.
There's usually some form of a dog here. Chasing cars. Sleeping in the road. Eating...something.
Christmas tree farms. Two of hundreds in this area. We have an abundance of bumper stickers that proclaim, "Frazier Firs Make Scents."
And they do.
The car/truck I inevitably get stuck behind. Not that I'm driving fast or anything...
We are a two stoplight town.
One:
Two:
Gratuitous baby pic:
Grandfather Mountain. Every morning, when I see this, I am thankful for being able to live here.
Jackson's birthplace:
And the view from the parking lot.
2 comments:
LOVE the parking lot! Fabulous. Hee hee. Oh, and we buy our Christmas tree from a farm located in Blowing Rock, NC. The set up shop down the road from here. Very nice, full of Christmas spirit.
That is so cool.
Yeah...trees are HUGE here. Major pump in our economy.
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