The Carolina Mountains #230868

In the yards are yellow bushes and daffodils. Snowy clusters of wild plums or of service blossoms shine out from the woods here and there, but the event of the day is the endless procession of blossom ing peach trees. They go dancing by, hour after hour; trees, old and young, large and small, standing in all attitudes, graceful, laughing, exquisite there is no end to them. From the sea to the mountains, the whole South is smiling through a veil of peach blossoms. AS finally you approach the mountains that form the western end of North Carolina, you catch glimpses Of heights SO divinely blue that you seem about to enter some dream world through their magical por tals.