About the Day-Lilies

This is my descriptive account of the places, way and names of Saluda, N.C.
                                                                                                        Once one passes  all the familar dullities of places one knows, the Inman road appears in one's view. Beside it, if you listen, you may be able to hear soft whisperings of trees yet to be born, fairies secrets and brownies mischievously plotting their next escapade. Then comes the Tao River, endlessly flowing from the hard rock of the mountain. You follow the river to the "Yellow bicycle" and turn on the way to Daffodil Cove. Once there, to your right you will see a flock of orange day-lilies and wild pansies near Lamplighter Lane. Past that, you come to a mountain road, the ivy spilling over huge slabs of rock as you wind up the Grade. There you will see your first glimpse of a village called Saluda. Now, I will not mislead you, Saluda is a town like any other. It has it's red-neck gas stations and left over flower children, just like any other town. Except it's not for me, it's like a second home. The place echoes with memories from many trips "up the mountain". Someone once said "There is something terrible yet soothing about returning to a place you once lived, you are one of your own memories." I will leave you with that.