Starr's Mill . . .

On our way to Senoia, we passed this gorgeous red building that looked like an old barn with the prettiest waterfall next to it.  I knew I had to stop on the way back and get a closer look.  It turned out to be an old mill from the 1800's. 

I fell in love with everything about it!!  The perfect location to visit on a hot Georgia day!!  These three ladies thought so too.  : )

Can we get a little privacy??

I guess we'll be on our way then.  Lol!!

At the base of the waterfall there were lots of people with shovels and bowls.  At first, Megan and I thought they might be panning for gold (really we did.  Not sure what normally goes on in Georgia!!).

Upon further investigation . . .

 we discovered it was clams they were digging for!!  Lots of them too!!

Our stop at Starr's Mill was one of my favorite stops on our vacation.  I swear I could've taken a thousand photos there alone!!  I honestly didn't have any idea that I'd love Georgia as much as I did.  If it wasn't so darn hot and I wasn't such a New York girl I might even think about moving there when the kids are all grown.  : )

 Next stop . . .  Tennessee!!!


Happy Thursday y'all!!  ~ Wendy 

Glimpses of Georgia and Feeling Blessed . . .

Notice the two vultures sitting on top of this old house.

They were still sitting in the same spot an hour later when we drove past the house again.

 

The BEST southern food, buffet style!!! 

A gorgeous Georgia sunset.

It's so crazy to me that our trip down south seems like a distant memory already.  Thankfully I have so many photos to look back on.  I took almost 1500 of them!!  : )  I'm going to go thru them and print some out and finally hang some photos around the house.  I haven't really hung much on the walls since we moved in because my plan was to decorate with my photos.  Being the great procrastinator that I am, that hasn't happened yet.  But it will.  I always feel the urge to fluff my nest (read this someplace and loved it!!) at the first hint of fall.  I heard that the Farmer's Almanac is predicting an Indian Summer but a very cold and snowy winter.  Winter pretty much skipped by us last year with maybe one or two days of being snowed in for the day.  August has been a hot and humid month here in New York.  I'm ready for crisp fall air and clogs and boots again!!  It's been a wonderful summer for us.  We've become very close with a fantastic family in our new home town and that has made all the difference for us.  We've pretty much spent at least part of every day with them.  It's not very easy to find people that are pushing 50 and have a six year old!!!  But we did and we're blessed!!!  : )

Happy Monday to you!! ~ Wendy

Right Where I was Supposed to Be . . .

While we were in Georgia we visited a church that has become known as "Sophia's Church" in the world of Walking Dead fans.  It's the church where the group looked for Sophia after hearing a church bell in the distance.  Sophia was the daughter of one of the main characters, Carol, and she had been separated from the group when a huge group of "walkers" came thru.  If you're not a fan then I know you're scratching your head right now.  Lol!!  Anyway, we had heard about this church and wanted to see it.  The church was a pretty little church but it was the old cemetery behind it that I fell in love with.  It ended up being one of my favorite parts of our whole vacation. 

Jim stayed in the car with the kids so I was able to walk around peacefully and uninterrupted.  While he was in the car I noticed another car pulled into the church lot as well.  It ended up being a young girl from upstate New York who had recently moved to the area to go to college.  She had her sister and mom with her and was showing them some of the different Walking Dead locations because they were huge fans as well.  She told Jim that at the top of the cemetery there was an Indian burial ground.  When they were filming in the cemetery, the actor who plays Glen requested that there be someone on hand to make sure nothing was being done to upset the graves in that part of the cemetery.  He told people he got a very strong feeling of their presence and wanted to show them the utmost respect.  I thought this was beautiful.  I have to tell you that I too felt a strong presence there.  Like I was being watched.  It didn't scare me.  Instead, I felt a sense of honor to be able to walk among their spirits.  Something that I will never forget. 

Below are photos of the burial ground.  No headstones.  Just rocks sticking out of the ground as markers to where they were buried.

 Jim spotted the grave below.  It wasn't marked. 

 A soldier from the War of 1812.

A view of the back of the church.

I felt such a presence in this cemetery and, while walking thru, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be at that moment in time.  I also couldn't help but wonder if I had been buried there at the end of some other lifetime.  After we left, we got about a half mile up the road and Megan spotted this out her window.

 Amazing Grace.


Many blessings ~ Wendy