We are fortunate to have family in the NC mountains whom we visit once a month, most months of the year. This week, I am sharing some of my favorite things about Ashe County, where the bulk of America's Christmas trees are grown - or so I am told. Today I will share the farmer's market.
It seems that mountain people have always had the right idea when it comes to growing your own food and recycling. For generations, they have lived simply. Every time I visit the Ashe County Farmer's Market, I am reminded of this.
Can't you just hear Barbara Mandrel singing, "I was country, when country wasn't cool"? I think that is why I like visiting this area so much. When we go for the weekend, we unplug. The simple life, if only for a day or two, is very nice.
Most farmers have small offerings of hand grown and hand picked, organic produce - perfect in every way.
Have you ever seen mushrooms for sale that are still on the branch?
Two retired gentlemen tie flies to fill their spare time - truly an art form. Fly fishing is big along the New River when the trout are plentiful.
Another gentleman makes walking sticks and sling shots, a favorite of our boys. No worries, they don't shoot animals, only each other. Just kidding.
Mom has a collection of these pine trees which are almost mandatory in a mountain home. No two are the same, just like in nature.
I couldn't resist snapping a picture of this bumper sticker on the way back to the car. A man snickered when he caught me in action.