While picking berries yesterday, I spotted TENNESSEE on one of the railroad ties. (The black berry bushes are next to a railroad track.) It brought back fond memories for me of picking blackberries with my parents, and my mom making cobblers and jam back home. We had blackberries right in our back yard.
I’m headed home to Tennessee for my high school reunion on Thursday for a long 4 day weekend, so this was a nice memory and a quaint reminder of my upcoming trip.