There is a shade of purple inthis flower near summer’s end that makesyou proud to be alive in sucha world, and thrilled to know the giftof sight. It seems a color sentfrom memory or dream. In fields,along old trails, at pasture edge,the ironweed bares its vivid tint,profoundest violet, a notefrom farthest star and deepest time,the glow of sacred royaltyand timbre of eternityright here beside a dried-up stream. —Robert Morgan Roadsides and fields in Southern Appalachia have put on their purple…
While cultivated collards, turnip greens, and mustard varieties have been known to escape or naturalize and grow wild in old…
Today’s post was written by Paul. In honor of Hank Williams Sr’s recent birthday, I tried to cover another one…
“Every year an abundance of jewel weed grows along side our stream. I cut down to about 4 inches of the…
Storytelling is a huge component of Appalachian culture, you might even say its the cornerstone of the entire cultural foundation.…
There’s a feeling of fall afoot in the mountains of southern Appalachia. We’ve had a few mornings in the low…
A while back we were warming up in the back of a church before performing when I noticed the picture…
A few weeks back I got to thinking about the desserts that were popular when I was a child. We…
The girls have been singing the old Osborne Brothers’ song “Windy City.” I’ve always like the song but have fallen…