In the boggy lowlands of southeastern North Carolina, one of our state’s most famous residents lies in wait. If you cross paths with a Venus flytrap, look, but don’t touch — especially if you’re a bug.
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A Year in This House: A Piece of Paradise
A friendly front yard says “welcome home,” but the real dreamscape is out back. A writing shed? A patio? A playground? In the backyard, anything’s possible.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Fish on Fridays
Our editor in chief reminisces on annual beach trips with her mom — and memories shared over baskets of hush puppies.
A Year in this House: Work in Progress
In an old house, the basement is an unfinished story in more ways than one. Among the odds and ends, countless new projects begin to take shape.
From Elizabeth Hudson: For Signs & for Seasons
Signs of hope and happiness bloom each spring, no matter where you find yourself planted.
A Year in This House: The Great Indoors
To a grown-up, the small, oddly shaped closets of a 1920s bungalow look like an inconvenience. To a kid, though, they’re secret portals to a world of imagination.
From Elizabeth Hudson: North Carolina the Magnificent
During springtime in North Carolina, our editor in chief revels in small wonders.
A Year in This House: Shelf Life
In a house owned by novelists, it simply made sense to build in a wall of bookshelves, turning a little-used dining room into the ultimate cozy reading nook.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Stars on the Water
Our editor in chief heads to Plymouth, drops her kayak into the Roanoke River, and paddles to a stand of centuries-old bald cypress trees.
