Appalachia Through My Eyes – You Might Catch Cold
Chitter couldn’t stand it as soon as the tractor pulled out of Pap’s garden she had to shed her shoes…

Chitter couldn’t stand it as soon as the tractor pulled out of Pap’s garden she had to shed her shoes…

This post originally published here on the Blind Pig in May of 2008. Since then, Mr. Terry Thornton has left this…

Last summer was the first time I planted my entire garden by the signs-it was also the best producing garden…

I say wasper do you say wasp? I was a grown woman before I knew it should be wasp instead…

Yesterday, we helped Granny and Pap get the garden at their house ready for planting. There was tilling; there was…

Are you a coffee drinker? I am, but usually only in the mornings. Pap drinks a cup of coffee with…

Over the past few weeks I’ve been watching the Maple trees slowly turn red. Funny how some trees start out…

Over the past few days, I’ve noticed the guys at our local fruit stand whipping things into shape. Makes me…

Back last summer, me and Pap made a trip to visit Charles Fletcher. You might remember I interviewed him for…

Have you ever noticed chimneys are often the last vestige of old home places? The one in the photo is…

I say Daffodil. Granny says Jonquil. An older lady I know says Easter flower. And my Dictionary of Smoky Mountain…

Today’s guest post is written by Ed Myers (Bryson City, NC) AN INNOCENT MOONSHINER By way of background and to…