I live in the foothill mountains of South Carolina.My grand-children call it "Mimi's Farr Farr Away Place"I love the mountain air of the Carolinas especially after a rain.There is not a minute spent better than to walk in the moist mountains woods after a rain. To smell the earthy smells of a wet forest and to feel the peace that is there, it is like a walk in Godly peaceful place. I love to sit and hear the southern thunder and the rain coming down,while spinning or knitting a nice pair of socks.I love to wiggle my toes in my handmade socks,or pull the sweater I have knitted around my body,or again pull my knitted cap down to cover my ears a little more. I proudly think,(excuse my vanity) I made these myself with my own hands. I love to cuddled up in my own knitted wear with a delicious romantic book of old southern times of long dresses, servant, large estates, and horse pulled carriages.I dream about the white horses that traveled up and down White Horse Road, (HWY 25) where years ago in the summer time, white horses pulled fancy carriages full with elegant people from the low hot humid low country to the cool climate of the up country Carolina mountains.The cool nights of the mountain air would bring out the ladies knitted or crochet shawls that would cover shoulders from the chill of the evenings.I can see them in my dream wiggling their toes in handmade knitted socks too.