This one represents the trees on Mount Mitchell, the highest peak East of the Rocky Mountains.
This is a Trident Maple. A few colored leaves remain but the little tree is mostly bare.
In the summer, this Roan Mountain Bonsai is filled with gorgeous rhododendron blossoms.
We lamented the fact that it was so late in the fall that none of the bonsai exhibits were in bloom. The day was absolutely gorgeous with bright sunshine and streams of clouds in the blue sky. (Yes, Carolina blue sky.) It was so nice that we passed on the greenhouse, preferring to be out in the wonderful weather. The day following our trip, the Asheville newspaper had an article about all the bonsai that were in full bloom in the greenhouse.
Art work and water features are all along the paths at the Arboretum. There is one sculpture that pulls me toward it like a magnet every time we visit. The bronze is more than twelve feet tall and I love every inch of it. I have taken dozens of photographs of this lovely piece of art.
Wonderfully titled, "Oh Great Spirit"
A closer look at the face. You might notice that behind the sculpture on this side the trees have leaves. On the other side the trees were bare. It's about the sunshine.
Much ado is made in mountain counties about whether or not one is "native" or a "transplant," the latter being a rather derogatory term for someone who doesn't understand mountain ways. There are even automobile tags that read NATIVE. I am always tempted to carry a photograph of this sculpture and show it to the next person who feel compelled to tell me he or she is native. I will show him or her this photograph and say, "Goodness, you don't LOOK Cherokee!"
I grew up in Watauga County in higher mountains than Transylvania with more rugged country roads and harsh winters. But since I moved to Transylvania County five years ago the residents do not consider me a native.
Author Vicki Lane (here) wrote spot-on about how the locals view newcomers. She included the anecdote in one of her Elizabeth Goodweather books. (here) She has lived in a nearby mountain county for many years. Her son was born here. Someone once mentioned that Vicki was not a native and she replied that her son was born here so at least he is a native. The response she got was, "Cat might have kittens in the oven but it don't make'em biscuits."
One of my friends has a typical New York accent. We were having lunch and someone asked her, "You ain't from around here are you?" My friend replied, "Well I wasn't born here but I got here as quick as I could."
Very near the Arboretum is the Asheville Farmer's Market. Several warehouse buildings chock full of fresh produce, jams and jellies, nuts, etc. It's almost a requirement that you visit there if you are in the vicinity.