- Published: Monday, 14 July 2014 09:00
- Written by Sharon Spence Lieb
Every once in a while, serenity finds me. Sipping a frothy cappuccino at Old Edwards Inn & Spa in Highlands, North Carolina, I’m relaxing on the emerald lawn, listening to a bird symphony. Bunnies hop across the lawn; a fat robin chases another worm. Golden clouds billow over the Blue Ridge Mountains. White magnolias, pink azaleas, and lavender hydrangeas adorn the inn’s splendid gardens under a shimmering robin’s egg blue sky. Sometimes you don’t need to do anything to be happy. Just close your eyes and listen.