Down Home

{image via pinterest}

I saw this photo and thought, this is me. This is my little heavenly, loving place. This is the scene my dreams are made of.  


I love it when that happens. When someone you don't even know snaps a photo and you stumble upon it and think, "I belong in this picture." 


The farmhouse, the truck, the evening light, the quilt, the rugged hills. That's me.