Amy Arrowsmith remembers visiting her grandparents’ house out in the country not far from Chattanooga when she was a child. It was a place where cows and horses grazed; chickens scratched; roses, peonies, and camellias bloomed; and cousins lost themselves in the innumerable games of imagination that being young on a farm inspires.
Chickens still scratch, camellias and peonies blossom, and the home again opens its doors to family and friends. Only now, Amy and her family live in that farmhouse, continuing her grandparents’ close-to-the-land traditions.
Amy Arrowsmith (with her son Teddy) on the same lawn where she walked with her grandmother (next slide).