Since our wedding, life has gotten so busy that I’ve sadly not been back home to Illinois.
Missing my parents and my roots; it was time to take a break from working on the house.
This past weekend I drove the 4.5 hours home and prepared myself for relaxing, eating my mother’s amazing food, thrifting, and being a daddy’s girl. Here are a few snap shots of my grandfather’s old barn, the family farm, and our doggie, Diesel.
Isn’t he so precious?!
As much as I adore Michigan, my roots back in Illinois are firm and deep. I know most people wouldn’t think that the flat land of corn and beans are beautiful, but there is something about the vastness of it all. It brings the vividness of the sun and clouds alive during the day and the brightness of the stars and moon by night. Whereas in other places, buildings, trees, and pollution block the fullness of these moments. On my way back to Michigan, I drove enraptured by the wind pushing the clouds so fast; their shadow moving over the harvested land like an unforeseen force for miles. Although I’m not meant to live in Illinois anymore, it’s hard to take the country out of the girl. 🙂