Over the past couple of weeks, the mountains around us have begun to change. What was solid green through summer is now breaking into layers of yellow, orange, and red. Every day looks a little different from the last. Some trees turn quietly, others all at once, as if the hillside decided to paint itself overnight.
From the pasture, the view feels bigger this time of year. The colors stretch across the ridgelines and settle into the valleys in a way that makes it hard not to stop what you are doing and look. Even the simplest chores take longer when the view keeps pulling your attention uphill.
Fall in Tennessee carries a different kind of energy. The air is cooler, the light is softer, and everything feels like it is preparing for what comes next. The land is not asleep yet, but it is starting to slow its pace.
We knew the fall colors would be beautiful when we moved here, but seeing them from our own front yard makes it something else entirely. It feels like another reminder of why this place matters to us and why we chose to build our life on this hillside.
For now, we are just taking it in. One ridge at a time.