As a one-time yankee-girl, I want to share one of the reasons why we love it in East Tennessee...
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.
(ps: check out yesterday's post on connections-it'll make you cry!)