Snow Follies in Asheville

Hello from the frozen tundra of At Cumberland Falls Bed and Breakfast. Now, at this point I am beginning to wonder whether I have entered some geographical time warp and I really reside in Maine somewhere rather than my home of Asheville, N.C.

We have lived here for very nearly 11 years come this June and this is the wackiest winter we have experienced in our tenure here. We are being delivered snows in such rapid succession that the last one doesn’t even melt before the next one arrives. Blessedly, the deluge of Tuesday, March 2
was such a light and lovely snow that for reasons I am less than clear about did not adhere to the roads too well. Always a blessing for those of us who do not have 4-wheel drive and are praying all the prayers they know while driving about the city. Also, thanks to this last “soft snow” there is a small chance, albeit petite, that my boxwoods and cherry tree, both of which have been pummeled this season…may survive. It’s March so hopefully the poor little foundlings can hang tight, hold fast and await with baited breath (as I am) the long elusive and much desired first breath of Spring.

Patti and Gary Wiles
Innkeepers At Cumberland Falls

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *