Growing up as I did on the Florida coast, frequently camping in the woods and on the beach, I developed a deep abiding appreciation for the vastness of space that is nature–-an enormous array of plants and critters of all sorts, the large assortment of smells and visual texture, the unending juxtaposition of line and shape. Now, living in the metro area of Atlanta, along with over 4.8 million other people, in an increasingly crowded and cramped space, more dominated by cars and exhaust than plants and clean air, I haven't even realized how tainted my local space has become.
This weekend, up in the fresh mountain air of North Carolina, I was once again reminded of how vast and delightful the scents of nature are. In Atlanta, when I make the time to walk in the Emory Forest, I find the occasional smell of pine, magnolia, honeysuckle, mimosa, and a banana-smelling flower all bound by the constraints of season. That's it. That's all of the pleasant smells I ever encounter. Here in the North Carolina mountains, however, I walk just a few feet to discover yet another delightful scent I don't ever recall smelling before. Nature is rich and flourishing here.
Another Atlanta anomaly, rain, abounds in the mountains as evidenced by the lush green plant life and the all-night, steady, gentle rain last night. Contrast that to the complete watering ban, dying grass and plants, and the rare but violent storms in the metro area that take down trees and damage property. If living in the metro area isn't abjectly unhealthy on a number of levels, it certainly is less spiritual.
Here are a few pictures to welcome you into a beautiful space that is a sensory paradise: the North Carolina Mountain Cabin Garden. Click on the picture below and enjoy 57 pictures of the handiwork of God. It still exists!
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