Rocky Top Tennessee
With all of quarantine’s inconveniences, I’ve had plenty to be grateful for. Most of life may have come to a grinding halt, but the flexibility of working from home has stretched out new opportunities to enjoy a bit of relocating.
This summer, Jake and I ushered in August from the quiet foothills of Tennessee’s Blue Ridge Mountains (below). This was our third visit to East Tennessee since COVID came to the States, peppered with a few stop-ins to Knoxville (above).
Life on this self-sustaining farm slowed us to an amicable pace, the ebbs and flows of daily rhythms following simply season and nature.
Its occupants are fifteen Mini Jersey cows - three of which are new calves born this year - three pigs, and a Texas heeler keeping everyone in line. Here, neighbors barter eggs for peaches, organic means organic, the cows keep the grass mowed, and nothing goes to waste because the pigs eat everything. When Jake
