As a one-time yankee-girl, I want to share one of the reasons why we love it in East Tennessee...
Hen-peck.
Yup, Hen-peck.
My dad used to call them weeds. Pretty, but still, weeds.
They make the fields of East Tennessee glow purple this time of the year.
A vast sea of purple haze,
made up of little, tiny flowers...
I get to see them every single day as I do my run-about.
This part of the country is overflowing with beauty.
Lucky me.
(ps: check out yesterday's post on connections-it'll make you cry!)
We don't have weeds like that in California, gee, I don't even think we've got fields like that... hmmm. Maybe we're ready for a change of scenery. I'll have to tell Mr. Dunbar I want to go see some weeds.
ReplyDeleteI have a back yard full of them. i live in Kansas
ReplyDeleteI have a back yard full of them. i live in Kansas
ReplyDeleteWhere were these taken? Looking for a flower field for photos! :)
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