Summer has settled into the mountains, and it could not be more welcome. The days are warm, but not heavy. The kind of warmth that sits gently on your shoulders instead of pressing down on you. The grass is thick and bright, growing faster than we can walk it. Everywhere we look, the trees are full and green, filling out every ridge and hollow.
The mountain views feel bigger this time of year. Layers of blue and green stack against the sky, sharp and clear on some mornings and softened by mist on others. It is a sight that never seems to lose its charm. Even after months here, we still catch ourselves stopping to take it all in.
Summer work has its usual rhythm. Fencing, mowing, tending animals, watching the pasture fill in, and trying to stay ahead of whatever the land decides to do next. But there is also a calmness to this season. A steady, growing pace that matches the landscape itself.
Right now, everything feels alive. The grass, the trees, the hills, the air. It reminds us why we chose this place, and why the work here matters. Summer in Tennessee is a gift, and we are grateful to be living inside it.
