My grandparents live on a beautiful farm in East Knoxville, which is the more rural side of town.
They have some beautiful horses and when I'm there it just feels like home.
I have so many memories of learning to ride horses here, running around on the farm with all of my cousins, and lots of laughter with our huge family.
I spent many weekends and weeks here during the summers growing up.
It still looks the same. It still smells the same.
It's funny how I've always been homesick for a place I never actually lived.
But, I get homesick for Knoxville quite often.
Homesick for the memories, the family, and the love.
Scenes of familiarity. Scenes of Branch Lane.
I love that this paint horse has two different color eyes.
Of course if Brandon's around the horses' teeth will get checked.
Papaw's barn and tractor
On Friday we spent the afternoon just driving around. We went to New Market and Jefferson City.
We saw some really beautiful farms up there, just like this one:
The land is just beautiful up there-rolling hills with views of the Great Smoky Mountains in the distance.
I love the flat land of South Georgia where we live, but I love this kind of land, too.