On my way back to work from my lunch break, I passed a familiar building on Wilson's Ridge Rd. The building has 3 apples stenciled on it's side. The place is obviously a barn but it looks aged and there are a couple of old hen houses set up on the hill behind the place. I saw a man outside. On a whim I stopped. I introduced myself to Mr. Greene and he gave me a premium tour of his apple house. He's been selling apples from this spot for more than 40 years and claims to eat between 6 to 12 apples a day. He described himself as just a lonely old man because his wife of 63 years, Daisy, passed away about a year ago. As we walked past the bins full of apples, he hand picked several apples and stuck 'em in his pockets. I had to get back to work so I promised him that I would stop by every so often--He was so happy that he reached out and gave me a hug and about a half dozen of the prettiest apples I've ever seen.
***NEWS FLASH**** Earlier this morning I ventured into Avery County and as I approached the Watauga County line, I notice a spitting of snow. Nothing big at all. I can't even call the event snow flurries. Ski season can't be too far away.
