A special place

Our neighbors, over for coffee, asked us again about why we bought a place here. 

It's a serendipitous story, and was not planned at all, but has been a very wonderful experience so far. 

What's not to like about being in a special place?  We are totally fortunate. We bumbled on to a great opportunity - a historic house filled with Quebecois antiques, next to a national park we knew and loved, near a historic village, but not far from the major commercial town that anchors this entire region.

The views from near our house, surrounded by farm fields, are wonderful.

We're a total rarity here, being American, but that's not a bad thing. 

My old XC-Volvo wagon with its Asheville-inclined stickers: "practice random acts of gardening""support the places you love" "plant milkweed,""support pollinators," etc. single my car out as not being from here, not to mention the North Carolina Friends of the Smokies license plate. 

The folks in the local village grocery recognize us, I think, as the Americans who live outside of town.  Hard to know!