Down to Earth Cottages, Brevard, North Carolina, on the banks of the French Broad
We arrived yesterday to a story book cottage with stained glass windows, rough cedar siding and a babbling creek. . .
We are at "Creekside" and the "Chalet" sits across the lane. It looks as if Goldilocks herself should emerge at any moment. The moss covered A-line roof shaggy and green surrounded by the golds and reds of fall.
The coffee fresh roasted at the Brown Bean, a gift from Cindy, the colorful Zinnias in an old honey jar awaited our arrival on the front porch stoop, now sit on the old dry sink. Our bed cozy and warm with the morning sun shining through a Celtic stained glass. The smell of a distant fireplace on this cool mountain morning reminds me of home and the first fire of the season.
The cardinals are peeping, and I can hear the cows sound the alarm down Island Fork road, the finches too many to count chirp in the trees just off the deck.
The sounds and smells of a peaceful place.