Home in the mountains

Back in the mountains of Western North Carolina, it did feel like coming home.  Everything was green, of course, because of Florence's rain.  Thankfully, because the storm stalled before reaching the mountains, we didn't have the damaging winds and rains that were predicted. 

So all was well here at the house. 

Hmm, the front meadow is looking rather overgrown, as are the vegetable/herb beds, but we ate chard, planted just before leaving, for dinner. 

All is good.

On the way home, coming into Charlotte