French Broad hustler. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1916-1919, 1919-05-15
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the First Baptist church, agrees that
Miss Spring prolongs her visits here.
Longer, says the man of God, THAI
anywhere else.
Miss Spring travels slowly when
she comes to the mountains, for GER
tainly she must visit all her old
friends before she so reluctantly goes.
She starts to unpaek her trunk at
Tryon, say, near the base of these
ramgarts of the world There, right
now, she" has thrown. a great sscaz. OF
radiant azaleas towards the head of
the mountains guarding the pass to
this plateau. The vivid colorfngs of
this wonderfully spun scarf contrasts
finely with the emerald sheen of the
mountain giants, who have donnec
suits ofIthe most popular shade in
honoHof Miss Springs visit. Certain
ly thelyoung lady has fine eye anG
most excellent taste when it comes
to harmonies. in colors,. Fas - you, of
course, have long observed. Here she
has combined white and pink and yell
low and scarlet as she alone may COM
bine them.
And so, starting at the foot of the
mountains, the young lady daintily and
slowly and sedately makes her way
to the higher attitudes, bringing to
each in turn some rare and precious
gift. Why. do you know that to the
west Of here. where the mountains
just climb and climb towards the sky,
the trees have not yet dressed for her
coInlhe' '@.r
It's really SO! You may ask any of
those who have travelled so far, as Hay
wood county, say. There they stand
outlined against an azure sky, those
on the topmost ridges each with bare
limbs clearly defined. OF course they
know Miss Spring will not pass them
by and perhaps they only delay dress
ing that they may look their best
when she comes. But her visit will be
brief, away up there where the air is
chill and the winds sometimes play
little roughly.
So then, you can see for yourself
why Miss Spring fingers longest
among these hills-"God's hills" as
another Baptist preacher, DR.. Powell,
so beautifully calls them. It's be-
cause she loves them so, and because
she has so many. flower gifts to be-
stow that it may be the first day In
June before she finally makes up her
mind to CO. And certainly there will be
a shower of tears when she leaves.
Perhaps she will catch her last
glimpse of it all from the top of Sugar
Loaf, or perhaps Pinnacle, and then
and then. But you know how it is
yourself, don't you?
The past week or so she has been
generous with garIands of azaleas,
living torches of flaming beauty
clarifying the mystic woods. The wild
magnolias are out, ivory white against |
a BACKGROUND of many-shaded green,
and even the solemn pines have just |
now a somewhat less impressive bear |
ing Roses, so many and so fragrant |
and so radiant, are smiling at you
everywhere, while the white narcissus
reminds you to be careful and not ac-
cumulate too large stock of self-es-
TEEN. The locust blooms I'LL the air |
with fragrance, competing. sturdiiy !.
with the perfume from the wild crab |
apple Delicate orchids painted pink
and yellow, sweet shrubs and wild
phlox are there, while the sweetest OF
all flowers, the forget-me-not' begs
you not to overlook its shrinking
charm. Then there are the Indian
paints, the buttercups, and only Miss
Spring herself knows just how many
more different flowers scattered every
where. 1t behooves you to have a
watchful eye, least in their abundance
you fail to recognize and properly !
salute any one Of these daintily per-
fumed (handmaidens Of Miss Spring
who fingers longest of all In; these
oldest mountains in all the world
says DR.. BOmar. z. Az4sse. y.