When I think of Tennessee, I think of mason jars, fireflies, tall grass and rolling hills, bluegrass music, corn bread and of course, what good would Tennessee be without some good old southern twang?! (If my husband were writing this he would add sweet tea to the list :-)). But these adjectives are only the tip of the iceberg. A couple of weeks ago, Jeremy and I rented a compact car (about the same size as a 4 wheeler) and drove the insanely long 12 hr drive from Stuart, FL up to my dad's farm in Sparta, TN. I remember how glad we were to have finally arrived! When we got there we were greeted by my stepmom Joy and my Aunt Martha, who was so kind to have baked us a delicious banana upside down cake (a new one for me)! The farm house, built back in the 1800's is the epitome of southern living. From the wood floors, cozy quilts, fireplaces, to the rocking chairs on both the front and back porch--this home was made for hospitality.
Our time there gave us a lot of time do to absolutely nothing, but relax and breathe in the warm summer air. The swing that faced the pasture was the perfect place for doing just that!