From Lords Valley to Weaverville

Yesterday, Sydney and I made the 10-hour trip to Weaverville, North Carolina, to visit with Lynda, Brian, and of course, Enzo (Sydney’s good friend). The greenery was noticeable only a couple of hours from the Poconos. Beautiful trees in bloom, flowers on the side of the road, and when I reached Lynda’s neighborhood, it was springtime. This morning, we took the dogs for a long walk before leaving on a day of shopping. Our first stop was Thyme in the Garden, an absolutely lovely small nursery where I could ask a lot of questions about my new gardening hobby and where they would re-pot a plant before I bought it because I wanted it in a larger plastic pot. Very accommodating and we spent a good deal of time there not to mention that I bought several things and promised that I’d send them a photo once everything is planted and on my deck. Thyme in the Garden is a family run business and their level of expertise was amazing. Of course, I know nothing about hens and chickens except that they are succulents, and certainly know little about what needs sun and doesn’t, so it was a real learning experience for me (but when it comes to gardening, what isn’t a new experience for me?!). thymeinthegarden

We left there and went to the River District. The French Broad River runs through Asheville and along the river there is a very large area of art studios of every kind. In some the artists were there working and it was a real treat to get to talk with them about their work or, in the case of one, our various opinions of “man caves!” What a difference from Milford where there is one pottery studio and no artist studios that I know of. The repurposed industrial buildings are as interesting as the art housed in them! cottonmill

I am always struck by the diversity in Asheville, the obvious community support for the arts, and the friendliness of the people we meet. The tacos at White Duck Taco were wonderful (check your Southern Living magazine for a write-up) at an unassuming (that’s an understatement) restaurant where we sat at a table outside with two other people and a puppy. The place is housed in The Hatchery building which adds to the charm (or perhaps provides all of it!). For all the times I’ve visited here, we have yet to repeat a restaurant. As Lynda said I shouldn’t complain because I’m close enough to New York City to go to any fine restaurant I’d like, but it’s definitely not the same. This is an experience well worth the drive, not to mention the company of good friends. Off to the microbrewery this evening and an art safari tomorrow.