Mythical Forest
It's managed to be stormy lately. A common conversation of late is a debate on wether we are caught up on rain or not. Some parts of Southern Appalachia may be, but others may not. My personal guess is, it will take a little longer. I've had people balk at me for thinking so, but none are native. If they had a couple of more years under their belt, they may agree with me. Something they leave out of those real estate brochures is, Transylvania county is classified as a rain forest. However, while discussing it with my Ex's Dad the other day, he thought we are now caught up, but down the river around Asheville, they are still behind. Sitting here typing about it, it occurs to me only God knows. Even us natives and long timers are confused. Why I say this is, unless you've kept a written record of your rain fall on/in/at the particular terrain feature where you live for the last ten years your guessing or God has whispered the answer in your ear.
Today I saw water leaking from a spring that I had not seen in some time...Since I left home for Iraq just over three years ago. Looking out across the back yard under some Poplar saplings it looks dark and lush, like the Jungle in Panama...But more like the Hardwood Forest of Appalachia, just what it is. It's a Forest known for what it used to be, than more for what it is anymore. Those trees are a myth, the untrained eye can't see the reality. People come from all over to gawk at the "beauty". It's pretty alright, but the real beauty takes longer than a day trip to see. Everyone wants to drink from Hebert's Spring, a spring fed by rain. A spring most don't know exists and if they did would dismiss it for a myth.
The Appalachianist
Today I saw water leaking from a spring that I had not seen in some time...Since I left home for Iraq just over three years ago. Looking out across the back yard under some Poplar saplings it looks dark and lush, like the Jungle in Panama...But more like the Hardwood Forest of Appalachia, just what it is. It's a Forest known for what it used to be, than more for what it is anymore. Those trees are a myth, the untrained eye can't see the reality. People come from all over to gawk at the "beauty". It's pretty alright, but the real beauty takes longer than a day trip to see. Everyone wants to drink from Hebert's Spring, a spring fed by rain. A spring most don't know exists and if they did would dismiss it for a myth.
The Appalachianist
posted by Hill Billy Rave | Sunday, May 10, 2009
5 Comments:
Nothing better than water from a good cold spring!
I was in Atlanta last week and it rained at least for a moment every afternoon. A friend was excited because he has a home in Toccoa on a lake that has been really low the last year or so and they really got a lot of rain.
Murf, that lake is most likely Hartwell, on the the flooded part of Tugaloo River. It's fed by the Chatooga. Last summer the lake looked pitiful. I cross it on a monthly basis now, and I can see it's come quite a ways.
Atlanta? You've been rumbling Georgia for a while.
You betcha, Sage.
"Rumbling Georgia"? I don't know what that means but it sounds more exciting than what actually happened. :-)
That sounds familiar. Is it a man-made lake?
Nice post! I don't think we're totally caught up either. But I sure am thankful for what we've got so far.
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