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Picnic baskets, they way they oughta be

Ok, I’d like to think I’m fairly intelligent, but have to admit that it took me fifteen years (that’s right, years) to finally figure out that when folks leave here with a picnic basket, it should be a memento of their time in the mountains, not a Made in China purchase. Good heavens. Years.

Yesterday, Larry and I spent a wonderful afternoon with Judy (my bride c. 2012) at the Church Street Craft Fair in Waynesville. Only it’s not on Church Street any more, it’s on Main Street. I think that’s a topic for another day. Anyway. Did I mention that I’m easily distracted these days? Ok. Where was I? Oh yes. Years.

I stepped into a booth and was just transported.  Not that kind of booth.  I mean, I didn’t go into a time warp or start talking into my shoe or suddenly find myself dressed in a cape and a shirt with a big red S on the chest.  Not that kind of transported.  I mean a vendor booth at the market – this one filled with the prettiest baskets I’ve seen!  Each basket was wonderfully detailed and carefully crafted.  Naturally I asked about who made them and the very nice lady in the booth told me that indeed, she had.  When I said that they were just exquisite, she actually blushed.  Clearly she was pleased, but by way of demonstrating my sincerity, I promptly bought all she had in the size I needed.  And I couldn’t be happier about that!

Walking through the remainder of the fair (and what a fair! bluegrass and bagpipes! not at the same time – I don’t know if I’d enjoy that – but the entertainment was great) folks were stopping me right and left to admire my pretty baskets, laced up my arms and held every which way.

So.  No more made-in-china baskets.  Now, when you get a picnic lunch here, you’ll have a hand-crafted basket, lovingly created by a local artisan.  And Miss Laura Ann has burned her initials on the bottom corner of each one: her signature.  All the baskets are different, with painted flowers, or braided rope, but all the ones I got have the curled wood at the top, which the artist told me is called a tulip edge.  I got completely distracted by that, and we had a nice long conversation about tulips vs lilies vs iris.  I probably thought of ‘iris’ because she had a whole row of them worked into one basket in a beautiful blue.  Not quite a violet blue, but more like a periwinkle.  Like an iris would be.  The little Siberian iris, not the bearded ones – those come in oh so many beautiful colors, not just periwinkle blue.  I couldn’t get that one because it wasn’t nearly big enough, but oh I did love the Siberian Iris blue colored tulip edge!  See there?  Distracted.

These are a generous 15×12 and 9 inches tall (plus the handle) and nice and sturdy, so they can hold a healthy-sized picnic lunch, complete with a pie.  I do love finding a whole entire pie in the bottom of a picnic basket, don’t you?  I mean, that could be distracting for anybody, not just me…

And you can take home your hand-crafted Appalachian artwork basket to enjoy for years.  That’s right.  Years.




Trout Fishing – complete with rod & reel and mini-tackle box with lures $5

This is just a marvelous program – North Carolina Wildlife Resources has a Mountain Heritage Trout Waters program that makes it a piece o’ cake for you to fish for trout while you’re staying with us!  Three miles of hatchery-supported trout stream in Maggie Valley have been designated for fishing within this program, and $5 gets you a three-day license. 

No rod & reel?  No problem!  They have loaners.  And every registrant receives a first-time gift of a mini-tackle box with assorted lures.

All the information is right here, and you can even buy your license online.

If you’d rather wait ’til you arrive, the Maggie Valley Chamber of Commerce is just down the road, and you can get ’em there, too.



Casa Blanca – queen of the lilies

The first of the Casa Blancas has bloomed – I always hold my breath, waiting for these regal beauties.  There’s nothing quite like the pure white blooms, so much larger than any other flower I’ve grown.  And the scent is divine!

I took the photo below this morning, unretouched, and the white of the lily set the blue sky so deep it’s surreal.

Casa Blanca Lily at Timberwolf Creek Cabins, Maggie Valley NC


And this – well.  This is another angle that just rocked my little world….

Casa Blanca Lily profile, at Timberwolf Creek Cabins, Maggie Valley NC


I’m trying to figure out this whole word-press blog, thing, so bear with me… but I’mpretty sure that you can click the images for a larger version.  We’ll see…

And while this one may have been overshadowed by the arrival of the Casa Blanca, it’s still every bit as welcome.  Say hello to the Gold Band Lily.

Gold Band lily, at Timberwolf Creek Cabins, Maggie Valley NC


Still more to come…





Hello, July! The daylilies have arrived!

This is the Saratoga Peach – isn’t she a beauty?

Saratoga Peach Daylily at Timberwolf Creek in Maggie Valley NC

Saratoga Peach Daylily at Timberwolf Creek in Maggie Valley NC


New kids on the block – Lilies!

New kids on the block – a nice rainstorm and voila, lilies everywhere!


Painting Lilies

Pale Yellow Lilies at Timberwolf Creek Bed and Breakfast, Maggie Valley NC

Palest Yellow Lilies

I don’t know the name of these exquisite beauties…

But I know this:  if you could be in charge of painting all the lilies, and
you had a pure white lily and a bit of gold and cadmium yellow paints,
this would be your masterpiece.

Barely Yellow Lilies, at Timberwolf Creek


Lilies and more lilies

It’s time for lilies!
The first day of summer brings us oodles of the beautiful red Monte Negro asiatic lily…

Over the years, I’ve probably planted a thousand lilies at Timberwolf Creek,
and the red ones just blow me away – none more than the Monte Negro.  Enjoy!

Timberwolf Creek red asiatic lily Monte Negro


And here she is, with all her pretty little friends…



Red flowers are such show-offs.  “Look at me!”
I don’t mind obliging.




Lily du Jour

Timberwolf Creek Lily du Jour, Maggie Valley NC

A close up of Timberwolf Creek’s asiatic lily ‘Butter Pixie’

Today, allow me to present, for your viewing pleasure, the Asiatic lily named “Butter Pixie”. She melts my heart.

Timberwolf Creek Lily – Asiatic – ‘Butter Pixie’

She’s awfully pretty.


Guest Blogger? How about Guest Poet…

This poem was in the room journal, left by our guests this weekend.  Made me all misty!  But I ask you, how wonderful is this?

Shh.. I have a secret
That I just have to tell
I met a fairy godmother
Into the rabbit hole I fell.

She welcomed me with open arms,
And a beautifully mischievous grin.
Then with a wave of her wand,
Showed me where dreams begin.

It was a pretty little cottage,
Nestled daintily in the trees,
Quietly offering sanctuary;
A haven for a soul in need.

From the first moment I entered
And stepped through the front door,
The feeling of home and comfort
Seeped from every pore.

The cheery crackle of the fireplace,
And the soothing rush of the stream,
Invited the body to rest and relax,
And encouraged the soul to dream.

And oh my! The fairy godmother knows all!
And her wedding fairy sees too!
Dreams never spoken
Somehow come true.

Waving away worries with a magical wand
In her magic I should trust,
And believe in a world filled
With love and magical fairy dust.

What more can a bride ask for
Than for a fairy godmother and her crew
To treat her like a princess
And make her dreams come true?

Of course this would be true,
How could it be any other way?
When a fairy godmother waves her wand
Poof! A beautifully perfect stay.




I’ve been so busy on Facebook…

I’ve been having so much fun posting on facebook, that I’ve completely neglected my blog.  <blush!>

So here I sit in a conference seminar about blogging. First instruction?  Oh good heavens, I did already know this: Just Do It!


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