Jeannie - Family Home

I drove down familiar roads that meandered over and around gently rolling hills and through tilled land. A smile spread across my lips. I loved the land I was born in. It was beautiful to me.

The green of the trees was vibrant. Leaves shimmered in the evening sun as the breeze drifted through them. Fields were covered in low greenery that would become hay, corn, or soybeans. A few held tender tobacco plants. Houses dotted the landscape. Newer homes were situated close to the road and was built of stone or brick. Older homes sat further back usually within a copse of trees and was built of wood. These were usually once the main farm houses of the land until sections got sold off for development.