Nuts over Raleigh

With my husband once again off on a business trip, it seemed the perfect opportunity to gallivant to Raleigh for a few days, to catch up on things with my childhood friend, who just so happens to be my aunt.

Growing up, I thought everyone had a playmate to enjoy at their grandma's house, so it would be with much excitement that I would anticipate the frequent visits on weekends throughout the year, and the summer vacations we would spend together.

It had been years since we had made the time to get together and catch up on life, and now seemed as good a time as any.  The price was right…..so why not?

My few days here have been relaxing as well as entertaining.

My mornings found me in the company of this little pal:

whose cute little face brought a chuckle to mine everyday.

Really…..how could it not?

I enjoyed my afternoon walks exploring some nearby sites

where one might think I was back in Europe, 

with charming shops enticing some window shopping

and surprises around nearly every corner.

And today's adventure into Raleigh offered a quick glimpse into the highlights of the city:

We walked through the Art Space

admiring the handiwork of many creative and talented artists.

And explored some sites along the historical streets:

We passed the Old Railroad station in town

The Briggs Building Hardware Store built in 1874

and the North Carolina State Capital building built in 1840:

And here is something new that I learned today:  not only was Andrew Johnson born nearby…

but his poor mother had the unfortunate circumstance of delivering him in the kitchen!  This story may warrant a little research on my part…..but that's for another day.

But here you spy the main attraction for our visit today:

The Giant Acorn

Every year since 1992, this Acorn is dropped on New Year's Eve as the clock winds down to midnight.

If you find that to be a bit odd, consider that North Carolina's Mount Olive drops a 3 1/2 foot pickle at midnight, while Morehead City lowers a Crab Pot.

But all of that excitement pales in comparison to Brasstown's celebration, where a live possum was lowered in a box at midnight. 

I don't know about you…but I'd say the possum adventure was, by far, truly nuts!!