Georgia Mountains 1

By Chris Wilkins

The Georgia mountains, the birthing place for the Appalachian Trail, and home to some of the warmest and friendliest folks in America, are beautiful.  From grand vistas to thousands of miles of creeks, streams, rivers and lakes, the mountains are home to all sorts of wildlife that run, crawl, swim and fly.  Nature fine tuned her artistic palette in this country, and as you sit and rock on the deck, taking in the smell of the pines and views of the mountains, you can certainly see why a lot of folks come here and then simply never leave.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chris Wilkins
• Release date: Dec 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223304982

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The Magic of Grandchildren

As I become fully engaged in and with my new role as the Papa, the spectrum of what I call love has become amplified. Wider. Deeper. Stronger, and more colorful.

Right now at this very moment there are four children of my children, and there is another in the making and on the way as I write this. Then, there will be five, and they are breathtakingly beautiful, each in their own way. All of them are so similar and all are so different from each other as well. Their uniqueness astounds.

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Five more beautiful reasons to get up every morning of every day and go into the world searching for people, places and things to share with them. My job, as I see it, is to provide them with love, safety and a lens through which they can observe and learn about the beautiful world we live in, and perhaps just as important, what their place in it might be.

This collection of thoughts, commentaries and observations is dedicated to them: Savannah. Sebastian. Kinsley. Addison, and to the little bun in oven that hasn’t been named yet.

Your Papa loves you and always will.

Dragon's Breath

Dragon’s breadth covers the valleys below, and layer upon layer, it swirls around and through the trees. Water converted by heat into the finest of droplets that each might easily pass through the dense forests and continue its cycle of life. As I watch, the fog slowly pushes through the valleys,

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going neither up or down, but instead steadily swirling eastward like a river of smoke with not quite enough will power to rise into the morning sky. I sip my coffee while I sit in my rocker contemplating the nature of this moving river of fog, and it’s hard not to make the comparison to myself.

Eatin' Bell

Every respectable farm has one, and every respectably hungry person instinctively knows what the bell means: time to eat!

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On Sundays my Great Grandmother whom everyone referred to as MaMee, would put out the incredibly prodigious and culturally dignified Southern spread. This would include butter beans, squash, southern fried country ham, sweet corn,