Autumn in Black Mt

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I am drinking a cold glass of bubbly water after a long day in the shop, and it occurs to me that this glass of water is just like Black Mt. Both are refreshing, sparkling, and clear. I love living in this small town! 

Just this week I was driving down Montreat Road listening to an Isabel Dalhousie book on tape by my man Alexander McCall Smith, and in my mind I was in Edinburgh, Scotland, far from Black Mt.. As I stopped for the light, I realized that the entire Black Mt. police force was out en mass with all their cars with lights flashing. Seeing this array of blinking lights, police cars, and uniformed police personnel snapped me out of my reverie. Was there a crime in Black Mt??? A crime in the new town square? Impossible!!

Then over the sound of the plummy British-accented reader on my CD player, I thought I heard someone calling my name. I saw people on top of the hardware store roof with cameras (FBI surveillance??), and figured out it was Rebecca Williams and Jerry Pope filming the goings-on. Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw the reason for the security. No, it wasn’t a round-up of former sixties rabble rousers! There in the square, surrounded by a sea of second graders waving butterfly wings, was Libba Tracy, the force behind the event.  Save the Monarch Butterflies!

Every second grader in Black Mt with his or her teacher and other interested adults was gathered in the square to make a statement about the disappearance of the Monarch. The children were each given butterfly wings, handmade by Libba. Many of the butterflies were white to illustrate  the tremendous number of Monarchs we have already lost. But whether their wings were white or orange, black, and white, the children were energetically waving their wings in the air.

I pulled over to take some pictures, and by the time I dug out my camera and was in front of the Dripolator, I caught images of the children marching single file up State Street to the Center for the Arts, led by Pied Piper, Libba Tracy. Once at the center, they explored the exhibit, saw a video about Monarchs, and were given some milkweed seeds to take home and plant. I was so proud of Libba and of the whole town for gathering together to make children and adults aware of a huge environmental problem and for mobilizing the town to take action.


I have some good news to share. Kathleen Kelley, the artist whose work we were to feature at a gallery opening last week, has recovered enough from her terrible bout with poison ivy to reschedule her opening. Mark your calendar for Saturday, October 19 from 4-7. We will have a joyful group gathered here, with sparkling wine and yummy snacks, so please join us. Special kudos to those friends who came to the shop on the date the event was supposed to happen. Please come back! We love you. baby2