smoky mountain Archive

  • “Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” ― George Eliot Between summer and winter, there is  fall, a transitional phase when each leaves of the tree turns into golden, yellow and red before shedding themselves, paints the landscape in riots of color, before embracing harsh and cold winter nights in their bare branches . We are expected to be sad because soon the […]

    Fall in the dreamy Smoky mountains

    “Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” ― George Eliot Between summer and winter, there is  fall, a transitional phase when each leaves of the tree turns into golden, yellow and red before shedding themselves, paints the landscape in riots of color, before embracing harsh and cold winter nights in their bare branches . We are expected to be sad because soon the […]