At least once a year I love to go to the Land of Tennessee.
The air is clean, and peace settles within.
You can see why they call it the Smokey Mountains.
I love the winding roads that seem to only lead to more peace within.
I love the little small towns and the wide open spaces.
It's a time for deep breaths and a spiritual connection with God.
While sitting on the porch at the cabin, you can see wild geese fly overhead,
wild turkeys trekking up the hill, and a fox taking its turn at the pond,
then scurrying back to the woods for protection.
While there, the country life seems to go at a slower pace. NO ONE gets in a hurry for anything.
Everyone smiles and waves at you, giving you a real good down home feelin'.
As you travel through the area, you get lots of warnings
to be aware of bears and some other most important things.
And you don't want to pass up the home grown watermelons!!
A great walk up the mountain was the best!! Let God's Light shine through.
I took this last shot in my side rearview mirror of my car
as we were leaving Tennessee.
Lord, youngins! It was great seein you'ins over yonder!
We came in and sat a spell, talked about the days gone by.
Traveled the mountains, sang some songs, and smelled the flares (flowers).
We were so tarred after each day, we were meetin ourselves
gettin up in the mornings!! Best trip ever was! See ya next year!