Collection: Springtime in the Smokies

It is the morning of spring, and a cool earth arises from the long sleep of winter. Pale wildflowers cross the mountains with pink and lilac hues; tender stems and leaves push upward through dark, loamy soil. 

There is a certain air to spring in the Great Smoky Mountains, as though it were a reenactment of Creation, when God in His infinite imagination molded the Earth and it's bounty. Spring is the beginning. The season is a cool breath across the face of the mountains, a season to return throughout all eternity to the Smokies.