Last week I traveled north to visit my brother and sister in Nashville. The air was crisp, and the Florida girl inside me witnessed an unfamiliar sight. I made it to Tennessee during that ephemeral two weeks when gold and crimson leaves drip from their boughs to form paintings out of sidewalks and romantics out of realists.
Here’s what I saw:
Yay!! A new post! I love all these pictures they made me want to go somewhere to see “real” fall and the leaves change! The boots pic with the leaves is my favorite!