We've fallen into a bit of a habit. That is, if you can call something you've done two weekends in a row a habit.
For the second time in less than a week, Cliff and I found ourselves taking a series of turns down backroads through our beloved Middle Tennessee, getting lost on purpose.
Last week, a hike cut short off the Natchez (because of what we're calling "Tick Fest 2009") turned into a house hunting extravaganza - meandering our way through the lesser known areas outside of Leiper's Fork and dreaming about the type of home we want to own in a few years. Small house, big land.
There is nothing quite like spring in Tennessee, especially when you take the time to get out and enjoy it. Even today, with dark skies looming above and rain coming down, it was beautiful ,and we were plum tired of spending the day indoors. We packed up my camera gear and headed east in pursuit of tiny Nolensville and more wide-open spaces. A few wrong turns turned into a few right ones and we, using our trusty sense of "this place sort of looks familiar," managed to end up back in Franklin.
And then somehow we found ourselves back in Leiper's Fork. We just can't get away.
I rather love the pace of days like this, drives like these, and the reminder of how simple life can be when all you've got is land... water... community... shelter... food. Oh, and a little silver Honda Civic to get you out there in the first place.
For the second time in less than a week, Cliff and I found ourselves taking a series of turns down backroads through our beloved Middle Tennessee, getting lost on purpose.
Last week, a hike cut short off the Natchez (because of what we're calling "Tick Fest 2009") turned into a house hunting extravaganza - meandering our way through the lesser known areas outside of Leiper's Fork and dreaming about the type of home we want to own in a few years. Small house, big land.
There is nothing quite like spring in Tennessee, especially when you take the time to get out and enjoy it. Even today, with dark skies looming above and rain coming down, it was beautiful ,and we were plum tired of spending the day indoors. We packed up my camera gear and headed east in pursuit of tiny Nolensville and more wide-open spaces. A few wrong turns turned into a few right ones and we, using our trusty sense of "this place sort of looks familiar," managed to end up back in Franklin.
And then somehow we found ourselves back in Leiper's Fork. We just can't get away.
I rather love the pace of days like this, drives like these, and the reminder of how simple life can be when all you've got is land... water... community... shelter... food. Oh, and a little silver Honda Civic to get you out there in the first place.
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