“She thought on Ann Liz and her farming as she reached the far end of the row where far below her a narrow band of shadow like a black line on the blue lake of the river told her more than a clock of the turning down of the day. Standing there looking out across the world, the war with all it brought and all it took away seemed somewhere else, not near enough to shorten her breath and chill her hands as when she listened to Mamie or sat in Mrs. Hull’s crowded house. She had only to look up the creek from the shadow of the river to a place hidden in a fold of the hills, and all the twisting troubles would leave her.”
—The Dollmaker – Harriet Simpson Arnow
My home is hidden in the fold of the hills in the photo above. For generations folks who lived in Appalachia built their homes in the coves and hollers where they were sheltered from wind and weather, where they were closer to the settlements and closer to water. Much like Gertie in the book, when the cares of the world seek to overwhelm me I’m comforted by the hollers and steep ridges that surround our house.