The Blue Ridge Mountains, Tim Janis
There are two places in this world that fill my heart with awe. The first is the ocean. Oh how I adore its wonder and majesty. The second is the mountains.
"We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us."
John Muir
Saturday was a lovely day to take a drive to the mountains. Although still quite warm, the mornings and the evenings are telling us that Autumn is coming.
The beautiful last quarter moon rose high in the sky and lead us to our destination, the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains near Sperryville, Virginia. Sperryville is a small little town with a population of around 350. There are small little antique stores and shops and small little roadside stands that sell apples and peaches and cider. We've been going here since our children were small. They tell stories of how a man at the apple stand gave them a apple to eat on the way home. The fun part for them was he told them to throw the core out the window when they were finished. I don't think I'd tell my children to do that, but we allowed it that trip! I'm a stickler for not throwing out trash, but allowed it since it decomposes.
The fields and farms we passed along the way show signs of Autumn.
The soybean fields are turning a rich golden yellow.
You can see why these mountains are called the Blue Ridge.
You can see why these mountains are called the Blue Ridge.
Hay bales ready for the Winter ahead were spotted everywhere.
As you can see the leaves are still quite green, but look at those mountains!
We spotted so many lovely fences along our drive.
Leaving Sperryville we see the pretty last roses of Summer with the mums of Autumn on the interesting white picket fence.
It was a lovely drive to the foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains.
