At the very end of a windy mountain road in Blue Ridge, Georgia, with no neighbors in view, sits the cabin, with the name Tranquility, that was to be our retreat for a few days. And retreat is was. Four girls. Three generations. All family. Some from Tennessee. Some from Florida. We talked, we laughed, we cried, we prayed, we walked, we ate ... together ... and so much of it happened next to that wonderful outdoor fireplace on the expansive wrap around porch.
The initial post on this get-away trip is documented here.
So without too many words, I'll say goodbye for now, to densely treed woodlands, drier cooler air, afternoon hikes, candlelit fireside talks into the late night hours, sunrises and sunsets over the distant mountains, species of wildlife and wildflowers I'll not see until I return and the family I only see occasionally.
Profuse blooms of hydrangea with the just-as-pretty spent bloomheads of coneflower in the background ...