Second in Series of blogs about our family’s relocation from California to Tennessee.

My second trip to Middle Tennessee was in July 2004 while in route to Florida to celebrate my uncle’s 70 birthday party. This time my Mother and I spent 3 days here, visiting my sister and her fiancé , shopping and eating our way around Gallatin and Hendersonville. I remember visiting Old Time Pottery, Hobby Lobby and Panera Bread. I was impressed with the rolling hills, the stately brick homes and the close proximity to Old Hickory Lake. I brought home trinkets from my travels in Tennessee and told all my friends back in California how wonderful the people are. Not too much of a surprise, given the “Southern Hospitality” reputation the south is known for. Didn’t really think much more about Tennessee, other than when I caught up with my sister either by phone or email.

Now, for a little history about me, my husband and our lives in California. We lived in a small agricultural community, west of Fresno, in a town named Kerman – population 10,000. My husband, a 3rd generation farmer, was born and raised in this town; building our home ¼ mile from where he grew up. We lived in the country, surrounded by grape vineyards and most recently almond orchards with their trees lined up like soldiers standing guard over the terrain. During the months of February, March and April, the trees and vines would spring to life erupting in pastels of pink and green transforming the stark, flat landscape into a watercolor painting.

Spring has always been my favorite time of year and as farmers we welcomed the promise of another abundant year on the farm.

Next…Life on the farm.

Read Part I of this post here.

Posted By: Christine Nale

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