A Tennessee-Thing.
It’s hard for me not to keep writing about Tennessee, that state where I was raised. I was reminded again recently of just how beautiful Tennessee is, when I came across some photos my wife and I took.
God's country.
Below is an image I’ve seen my whole life. An old barn in the field behind mom and dad’s house.
Storing hay for the winter.
And here’s a tree in my parents’ backyard that’s as old as I am. Looking up at this angle forces you to breath in that crisp Tennessee air.
When your in the mountains, you’re closer to the heavens. Here, the moon doesn’t wait for nightfall.
Now imagine sitting in your easy-chair taking it all in. That’s my dad.
Harold Waller. Age 76.
O Tennessee, that gave us birth,
To thee our hearts bow down
For thee our love and loyalty
Shall weave a fadeless crown
Thy purple hills our cradle was;
Thy fields our mother breast
Beneath thy sunny bended skies,
Our childhood days were blessed.
A quick note about the author: Tim Waller has lived in Greenville, South Carolina since 1994. He and his family love the Upstate area. This is a blog about their life. 
I thought Texas was God’s country?!?!
Taking it all in…that will be a great…retirement.
Would ya believe I’ve never been to Texas? I’ve heard it’s beautiful, but here’s the litmus test: Do you have mountains? I’m a mountain boy.
I know just what u mean, especially when u cross into the mountains of n.carolina and take a fantastic walk on a mountain called Grandfather. Remember Attics Window?