On our way down to Georgia this summer...we stopped for lunch and stumbled upon a charming southern sultry town in North Carolina called Southern Pines. The scent of pine was lovely which held true to its name. The downtown was lined with boutique style shops, coffee houses and restaurants. A smartly dressed man wearing a straw hat, bow tie, a cream colored linen suit and spats tipped his hat to greet us. Separating one side of the street from the other was an old renovated train depot. Charming old houses with ferns hanging from their front porches were abundant. I picked the perfect gardenia from a bush and the scent of it made me think of my mom. Memories of her came flooding back. It used to be her favorite flower. Apparently....this region is horse country too but is world famous for golf. Within a 10 minute drive is Pinehurst. It's home to Pinehurst No.2 the famed golf course. I enjoyed my first fried green tomato sandwich for lunch that afternoon in Southern Pines. We hopped back into the car reluctantly because we didn't want to leave our new found gem in the South. After all we had a schedule to keep. Leaving Southern Pines we noticed a sign to Pinehurst.... 5 miles. We decided to postpone our travels for a few more minutes to visit the villiage of Pinehurst. This is where my blog begins.
Pinehurst Business District