Fall at The Farm | Sparta, Tennessee

It’s been a long time since Jeremy and I have taken an extended vacation. In fact, I think the last one was our baby moon trip to Charleston South Carolina. I was 7 months pregnant with Easton during that trip!

This year we had planned on going back to my dad’s farm in Sparta, Tennessee. It was a very familiar place to us. Jeremy and I have some of the most precious memories there with his father. Our last trip to the farm was with his father.

We arrived about 1 week prior to Thanksgiving and thankfully the leaves still had color! The time of year was just perfect! It was COLD! Our first couple of nights, the temperature was 28 degrees! A shock to this Florida girl’s system! The fireplace got lots of use!

My favorite part of the trip was watching Easton stomp around the yard, brown leaves crunching under his feet and enjoying the brisk air. He loved riding on Grandpa’s John Deere lawnmower and throwing sticks into the outdoor fire pit!

I have to be honest, I didn’t want to come home! I loved the simplicity of farm life and I actually really loved the cold weather! Until next time!

Here are some of my favorite photos from our trip. . .

Easton loved riding on the mower!

Easton loved riding on the mower!

Playin in the leaves!

Playin in the leaves!

This is Leroy! He is a true mountain man that lives across the road.

This is Leroy! He is a true mountain man that lives across the road.


Jumping In

 Simple Adventures. . .

It was a hot day yesterday here in Tennessee, but it was the perfect day for a canoe trip down the Calf Killer River. One dunk of my tippy toe in that ice cold water and I was happy that we were canoeing and not tubing, as originally planned! About 1/2 way down the river, heat stricken and thirsty, we came upon a refreshing mini waterfall. The water trickled down and there was a perfect little spot for us to park the canoes and explore. 

The guys were the first to dunk their heads right under and feel the rush of the ice cold water. For me, I debated dunking my head while I considered the fact that I had just washed my hair that same morning. But then I thought, how often do you get the chance to cool off in a waterfall?! Next thing I know the guys were getting in the water for a cold dip. Too bad I forgot to bring my bathing suit! Then someone suggests "Just go in with your clothes on!". I glanced down at Jeremy as he is enjoying the water and is egging me on to just jump in. The younger version of myself wouldn't have given it a second thought and would have leaped in the water, but the 30 year old inside me hesitated.

I've always had an adventurous side that would seek thrill and excitement. In middle school I taught myself how to surf and skateboard. I entered in the National Scholastic Surfing Association Competitions, though I never placed, I still pushed myself. I've surfed in Hawaii, Mexico and Costa Rica. In fact, one of the things that drew my husband and I together was surfing. I still have a card from him that he gave me on my birthday one year that reads "For your birthday we will have a surf date..." I think that it was my sense of adventure and my desire to do something that he loved too that attracted us. 

Throughout the years, I have slowly slipped away from that adveturous side that I once knew so well. The girl who would drop into the face of an eight foot wave was now only dropping onto the couch eating bowls of popcorn. I hate to admit, but it's true! Where had my adventurous side gone? Was it simmering beneath the busyness of life?

Finally after a going back and forth with the idea of submerging myself into the ice water, I got in! The water was invigorating and left me feeling so refreshed! Best of all, Jeremy was glad to see me take the leap :) This instance made me think: how often am I held back by my own quirks and end up missing out from experiencing some of life's finest joys?! 

We're going to Tennessee!

At around 2:45am I woke to the sound of crickets. No, it wasn't the cute Jiminy Cricket type. The culprit rather, was the digital noise of our iPhone  alarming us to spring out of bed and get our happy tails in the car. We were going to Tennessee and  had a long 12 hour drive ahead of us! For me, not being a morning person, being  jostled at such an hour stifled my soul desire to remain in full REM sleep! Not Jeremy though, being a firefighter he was accustomed to this kind of ungodly awakening! And I commend him, it's not easy! Even Ollie, who was nestled under the covers next to me didn't want to budge. After many failed attempts to hit the snooze and somehow convince Jer to just give me 5 more minutes, we finally got those happy tails of ours in the rental vehicle(including Ollie).

Since we've been married, Jeremy and I have visited the farm a few times now. It's such a peaceful place to be. One thing we love about is the quiet and the serene, peaceful feeling that you get when you breathe in the fresh mountain air. There's no signs of hustle and bustle. No rules or regulations to abide by (not that we are lawbreakers,lol) but you just get that sense of freedom  :) It's just a place where you can "let it all go. . ."

So this time, we felt it necessary to get Jer's dad to come with us. He's never been and he has recently endured some medical issues and stress. We felt like this would be one of the best medicines for him. Side note: he might be slightly miserable vacationing with a nurse (me) who will be monitoring his meds and diet, lol! So far, I've taken inventory of his morning blood sugar results :) 

I must mention that in good ole southern fashion, we cranked the stereo and turned up  Old Crow Medicine Show(our fav bluegrass band) soon after we crossed the Tennessee line. After many miles, highways, byways and Ollie potty breaks, we finally rounded the corner and arrived to the long country road that eventually led us to The Farm.

Tonight, we will sleep among the country crickets :)