Blue Ridge is Budding

My father-in-law and his girlfriend bought a cabin in Blue Ridge, GA. You remember that, right? Of course, you do. Well, since it is so close to us we can take quick trips whenever it suits us. One weekend, Grandpa was up here to supervise the building of a new deck on the house so we decided to join him for some woodsy R&R.

When he began looking for a cabin in the woods, Grandpa decided it was totally appropriate to buy camouflage pants. Presumably to blend in with the scenery so that birds and small animals would land on him and he could sing songs. You know, like Snow White. Or maybe just so he fit in perfectly in the area. Canon, thanks to a super nice lady who works with my mother, inherited a pair of camouflage pants that he wears when he is "roughing it" outside. Ken doesn't come to Georgia without his camouflage pants, so we packed Canon's look-a-like trousers. For a photo-op, naturally. #twinsies

It really is a shame that no one likes this kid.

So far, we have only seen this property in the winter months, so we were unsure what to expect with everything in bloom. Though it was still early during this trip to witness the magic, we found that there are a ton of dogwood trees, maple trees, and countless other beautiful buds that cover the land. I am so stoked to see all of the color next time.

I saw this and thought Planet Earth! If you haven't seen the series, go watch it. Now. Seriously, go.

While we were out wandering peacefully through the foliage, there were guys hard at work, building a gorgeous deck that my talented husband designed. Aren't the wood shavings cool?!

It looks like the flower in the middle is ready to take flight.

There was one - count them, one - leaf that looked like this. It looked like it was still fighting the good fight, trying to hold on to fall...two seasons later.

I don't know what you are, little one, but you're special.

As usual, we headed to downtown Blue Ridge, which is a happening place as you can tell from the crowds. Just as we like it.

Also, as you can tell, I have a thing for bradford pear trees. Talk about a love affair. The boys literally had to drag me away from these lovelies.

Once again, Blue Ridge has proven to me that she is a place worthy of our time - and lots of it. I can't wait to see her in all of her colorful glory when the flowers really come out to play.