Delectable Mountains

 

When the evening sun hits the snow-covered Blue Ridge Mountains, the words Delectable Mountains always swim into my head. 

There's a quilt block of that name, but the name originated in Pilgrim's Progress. I never read that classic, but I did read (many times) Little Women, in which the March sisters had a game of pretending to be pilgrims, traveling to the Delectable Mountains.  

I can see the appeal--I look at these mountains every day, but in their winter dress and just before sunset, they are magical. And delectable.