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The Uncle Bud Lee Place

The blooms of the maples have tinged the hills with red and bronze. The tiny little ears of green are showing on the poplars. The sarvis has blossomed; the silverbells are open. New life is creeping up the mountainsides. The hens are laying; the big tom turkey strutting around like he is somebody. Today our little unwalled settlement is at peace, and we are thankful.

Our campground is now open. Already we have had two visitors. And already we are selling eggs.  Doing better than last year. Thankful for that also.

It is good to be back home, to see folks we haven’t seen lately, to catch up on the news. Not all of it is pleasing. Our good doctor is on a leave of absence. We missed him while he was out for his surgery. Now he is gone again!

North Toxaway Baptist has finished the youth building while we were away. Lots of kids from the Job Corp were there tonight. Jack went with me this morning.

The painting is entitled The Uncle Bud Lee Place.It is meant to depict our place  at about this time back when Jack’s grandpa and grandma lived here.

The Driveway

The photo was taken a year or two ago. The driveway is not quite as pretty this year.  I have let the honeysuckle grow up in the bushes again. We are going to have to dig those bushes up to get the honeysuckle out. Talk about an invasive plant! But, like the multi-flora rose, they do have one redeeming virtue, the heavenly scent of their flowers.