Rural

I live between Paris, Tennessee and Paris Landing State Park - out in the country
(some folks would call it the boondocks).  It's an unincorporated community in Henry County that we just refer to as Paris Landing.  It's a community I've been visiting since I was just a little girl and my grandparents had a "cabin" on the lake here.  I moved here full-time in 1991 and just can't imagine living anywhere else.


Sunrise On Antioch Road
This is the view from my kitchen window.  I almost titled it "Rejoice!" It doesn't always look this spiritual but this is what I always envision when I think of my back yard.  We've thought about hanging a swing from that horizontal branch to the right of the picture for our grandchildren.  But it's such an old, majestic oak tree - we kind of hate to mess with it.

The Lake
One of my favorite views of Kentucky Lake.  That's a Dogwood tree to the right.  They grow wild here.  In the Spring when they put out their gorgeous white blooms, at first glance it looks like a frosting of snow.

Kentucky Lake Roots  (in Blue)
If you go to the end of Bull Durham Road, just before you drive off in the Lake and look to the left you will see this tree.  Years of water rising and falling have removed so much dirt that a small person could actually crawl under the tree.   It's a great spot for fishing as well as moonlight tryst.  I'm not sure who "J.B." is (see letters carved in tree) but I have my suspicions.


Kentucky Lake Roots (in purple)
I like this picture so much I did it blue and purple. 



Let's Sit
This is such a common sight around here.  It's all about being outdoors and enjoying nature even if it's just a matter of sitting and looking into the woods or at the lake.  Try it.  You'll like it.

Beasley's Produce
On Bull Durham Road.

Summer Produce
Another view of Beasley's Produce on Bull Durham Road.

Tennessee Homegrown
This is probably my favorite in the the series on Beasley's Produce.  Folks around here get excited over homegrown produce - especially sweet corn and tomatoes.  They are addictive.

White Lace  aka  The Rice House
When I first published this picture I titled it "White Lace" because of all the snowy, lacy  branches.  But everyone around here knows it's the old Rice House.  It's on East Antioch Road across from the Trading Post.  In the summer it's usually hidden by Gerald Rice's patch of corn.