Summer weekends in the mountains are the best.
Inspired by new friends, we sought the rare Gray’s Lily on the Roan Balds.
The view from the Roan is even better in person.
And someone became a fan of the Johnson City Cardinals (actually, I think the grape Italian ice is what really won him over).
He got to run the bases after the game.
Weekends like these remind me of why we moved back home.
Lifting up gratitude today.