For all of you who have been wanting to see where I live, this is it. The village of Pinehurst. That's the hotel, where I'm now standing and the church, where I just heard the Sunday message. Notice the stained glass. Of course, this is Pinehurst in edible form. Here it is in the concrete version...

Village Chapel looks a lot like Rose Hill, the church of my youth.

The red carpet adds to the feel of Christmas...

Jason & Weezie are the folks who introduced me to Pinehurst

There are huge Holly trees here in North Carolina. The coat is a $19 steal that I got several years ago and just happens to be Tar Heel blue!

My "Garage" apartment.

The Hood

Neighbors

View from the library

The Historic Pinehurst hotel

The view from inside the Pinehurst

I can't imagine the hours it took to decorate the hallway. This is just one side.

There are rockers on the porch and venetian cut glass chandeliers in the dining room. It's a beautiful place. And quiet. Did I mention how quiet this town is and how much I do not miss the Piano bar?

I don't even miss the snow at Christmas. It was in the 70s here on Saturday. People were walking around in shorts, eating ice cream.

That's my idea of Christmas.

 

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