Apples When Aunt Rachel, Aunt Sally, Granny Buff, Captain Davis, Doctor Matthews, and the Great Unknown are gathered, it’s a delicious bounty. The apples, whose names hint at their origins,
The Gentle Border
Split-rail fences don’t shout “keep out.” They lean, they shift, they invite. And in western North Carolina, they remind us that some lines are meant to hold, not harden.











