This beautiful Saturday morning has reminded me how blessed I am to live in Georgia. All the windows are open, a cool breeze is floating around the house, the soft pitter-patter of rain is filling my ear, and everything is so wonderfully green. This is my most inspiring environment... I get extra creative on these days.
Georgia is a wonderful state. We've got beautiful countryside, beaches, mountains, lakes, and a bit of city action. This picture is my quintessential Georgia:
I grew up playing on a road that looked just like this with my BFF, Leanna. We started out exploring on our bikes in elementary school & continued to have adventures when we obtained drivers licenses. We romped through the fields during cotton season, hid amongst the stalks when the corn was full grown, played in the mud when it rained, and did an excellent job of scaring ourselves by driving down the roads at night. I still remember the smell of that clay.... dry & wet.Having grown up on a farm, I was always aware of the Georgia weather. It dictated my father's hay crop and foreshadowed what kind of blueberry season we would have. I remember plenty a dry, dusty, and hot days, but there were also plenty of muggy & cool rainy days. Those are the days where my best memories of the farm remain....plump blueberries.......
...freshly clipped bouquets of Hydrangeas adorning the dining room table (the more water, the more glorious bloom)...
..hanging out under the barn while the rain made music on the tin roof...
and countless others.
I don't want to "jump the gun" here, but things are really looking up. The lakes & rivers are full, the landscape is lush, and the earth is grinning from ear to ear. I'm not excited about flooding & I'm a little sad that the Monday night Concert on the Lawn is probably going to be canceled, but I sure wish everyone would stop complaining about the rain!
...freshly clipped bouquets of Hydrangeas adorning the dining room table (the more water, the more glorious bloom)...
..hanging out under the barn while the rain made music on the tin roof...
and countless others.Last year almost everything we planted died. For two years everything has been brown, yellow, dry, and dead. It almost caused me to pack up & head for the hills. I truly thought things would never be the same.
I don't want to "jump the gun" here, but things are really looking up. The lakes & rivers are full, the landscape is lush, and the earth is grinning from ear to ear. I'm not excited about flooding & I'm a little sad that the Monday night Concert on the Lawn is probably going to be canceled, but I sure wish everyone would stop complaining about the rain!
